Repetition not for monotony but the ecstasy it induces.
There is fatigue so great that the body cries, even in its sleep.
Dance is the hidden langauge of the soul, of the body.
There is a force, a quickness that is translated through you into action. If you block it, the world will not have it.
To me, a building - if it's beautiful - is the love of one man, he's made it out of his love for space, materials, things like that.
Sometimes it's blood memory... not the blood your mother and father gave you... but that which stretches back two or three thousand years.