The body is your instrument in dance, but your art is outside that creature, the body. I don't leap and jump anymore. I look at young dancers, and I am envious, more aware of what glories the body contains. But sensitivity is not made dull by age.

Great dancers are not great because of their technique, they are great because of their passion.

Repetition not for monotony but the ecstasy it induces.

Nothing is more revealing than movement.

A dancer must listen to his body and pay homage to it. Behind the movement lies this terrible, driving passion, this necessity. I won't settle for anything less.

No artist is ahead of his time. He is his time; it is just that others are behind the times.

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