I want one word on my tombstone – dancer.
AGNES DE MILLEMy heroines are part of me and my heroes are part of what I’d like to know.
More Agnes de Mille Quotes
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I studied the way I danced- to the point of dropping.
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But all of these knew very well what they did not want, and what they did not want was the current coin, the well-worn usage.
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If you want to understand a nation, look at its dances and listen to its folk songs – don’t pay any attention to its politicians.
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A good education is usually harmful to a dancer. A good calf is better than a good head.
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Emily Dickinson provided four or more alternates for every word; Beethoven wrestled with endings to the point of exhaustion; in our day Jerome Robbins and his lack of decision are a byword in the dance profession.
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Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little.
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When I dance I am really meditating rather then performing for an audience.
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I am completely absorbed by the music and the steps I choose to respond to the music.
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But remember that intent is everything. One does not just jump, one lifts into the air, one rises.
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We have the most varied and imaginative bathrooms in the world, we have kitchens with the most gimmicks, we have houses with every possible electrical gadget to save ourselves all kinds of trouble – all so that we can have leisure. Leisure, leisure, leisure!
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The creative urge is the demon that will not accept anything second rate.
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From this voyage no one returns poor or weary.
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So that we don’t go mad in the leisure, we have color TV. So that there will never, never, be a moment of silence, we have radio and Muzak.
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great artists can be uncertain. Of course they are while strugggling to find solutions.
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The universe lies before you on the floor, in the air, in the mysterious bodies of your dancers, in your mind.
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