“I feel that the essence of dance is the expression of man–the landscape of his soul. I hope that every dance I do reveals something of myself or some wonderful thing a human can be.”

Every dance is a kind of fever chart, a graph of the heart.

Dancing is a very living art. It is essentially of the moment, although a very old art. A dancer’s art is lived while he is dancing. Nothing is left of his art except the pictures and the memories–when his dancing days are over.

Freedom to a dancer means discipline. That is what technique is for — liberation.

The world I’m interested in is the one where things are not named.

Age’ is the acceptance of a term of years. But maturity is the glory of years.

What I do must be done in the sunlight of awareness.

Dance is the landscape of man’s soul.

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

Think of the magic of that foot, comparatively small, upon which your whole weight rests. It’s a miracle, and the dance is a celebration of that miracle.

Some of you are doomed to be artists.

I am absorbed in the magic of movement and light. Movement never lies. It is the magic of what I call the outer space of the imagination.

In the end, it all comes down to the art of breathing.

There is a force, a quickness that is translated through you into action. If you block it, the world will not have it.

Wherever a dancer stands is holy ground.

The center of the stage is where I am.

Nothing is more revealing than movement.