I have spent all my life with dance and being a dancer. It's permitting life to use you in a very intense way. Sometimes it is not pleasant. Sometimes it is fearful. But nevertheless it is inevitable.

In a dancer, there is a reverence for such forgotten things as the miracle of the small beautiful bones and their delicate strength.

Dancing appears glamorous, easy, delightful. But the path to paradise of the achievement is not easier than any other. There is fatigue so great that the body cries, even in its sleep. There are times of complete frustration, there are daily small deaths.

The reason dance has held such an ageless magic for the world is that it has been the symbol of the performance of living.

My dancing is not an attempt to interpret life in the literary sense. It is an affirmation of life through movement.

No animal ever has an ugly body until it is domesticated. It is the same with the human body.

Theater used to be a verb; it used to be an act. But nowadays it is just a noun. It is a place.