Our arms start from the back because they were once wings.
Wherever a dancer stands is holy ground.
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.
Looking at the past is like lolling in a rocking chair. It is so relaxing and you can rock back and forth on the porch, and never go forward.
I did not choose to be a dancer. I was chosen.
The body is a sacred garment. It’s your first and last garment; it is what you enter life in and what you depart life with, and it should be treated with honor.
Theater is a verb before it is a noun, an act before it is a place.
There is a force, a quickness that is translated through you into action. If you block it, the world will not have it...
I believe one thing: that today is yesterday and tomorrow is today and you can’t stop.
All that is important is this one moment in movement. Make the moment important, vital, and worth living. Do not let it slip away unnoticed and unused.
Every dance is a kind of fever chart, a graph of the heart.
My dancing is not an attempt to interpret life in the literary sense. It is an affirmation of life through movement.
The body is your instrument in dance, but your art is outside that creature, the body.
Stand up! Keep your backs straight! Remember that this is where the wings grow.
I love words very much. I’ve always loved to talk, and I’ve always love words – the words that rest in your mouth, what words mean and how you taste them and so on. And for me the spoken word can be used almost as a gesture.
Nobody cares if you can’t dance well. Just get up and dance. Great dancers are great because of their passion.
Practice is a means of inviting the perfection desired.
In the end, it all comes down to the art of breathing.
Dancers are the messengers of the gods.
Dance is a song of the body. Either of joy or pain.