The center of the stage is where I am.

No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a strange, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.

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

I get up, I fall down, all the while I am dancing.

Dancing is just discovery, discovery, discovery - what it all means, the way the little bone near the ankle relates itself to the floor for a perfect stance, a perfect plie.

People have asked me why I chose to be a dancer. I did not choose. I was chosen to be a dancer, and with that, you live all your life.

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