I don’t want people who want to dance, I want people who have to dance.
Why are you stingy with yourselves? Why are you holding back? What are you saving for – for another time? There are no other times. There is only now. Right now.
In my ballets, woman is first. Men are consorts. God made men to sing the praises of women. They are not equal to men: They are better.
Dancers are instruments, like a piano the choreographer plays.
First comes the sweat. Then comes the beauty if you’re very lucky and have said your prayers.
Storyless is not abstract. Two dancers on the stage are enough material for a story; for me, they are already a story in themselves.
Music must be seen, and dance must be heard.
I don’t have a past. I have a continuous present. The past is part of the present, just as the future is. We exist in time.
Put a man and a girl on stage and there is already a story; a man and two girls, there’s already a plot.
God creates, I do not create. I assemble and I steal everywhere to do it – from what I see, from what the dancers can do, from what others do...