What have we got here in America that we believe we cannot live without?
AGNES DE MILLEDestiny is made known silently.
More Agnes de Mille Quotes
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What I could not learn was to think creatively on schedule.
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Tolstoi’s scripts are almost indecipherable.
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I had had to learn the difference between the bearable fatigue and the unbearable, the fatigue of fear. The first can be cured by a night’s sleep; the second kills.
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I think ought to have more and correct some of the matters fate fails to take care of.
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Toe dancing is a dandy attention getter, second only to screaming.
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The acrobat is lost in a web of muscles the dancer is all but invisible in projected idea.
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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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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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But remember that intent is everything. One does not just jump, one lifts into the air, one rises.
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In the same way the lifted leg of an arabesque becomes a wing, and not a mechanical leverage like a raised trap door.
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The practice mirror is to be used for the correction of faults, not for a love affair, and the figure you watch should not become your dearest friend.
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Modern dancers give a sinister portent about our times.
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Ours is an upbeat, a hurried, hasty beat. It keeps pressing us to go farther, to include everything so that we can savor everything, so that we can know everything.
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Dancing is such a despised and dishonored trade that if you tell a doctor or a laywer you do choreography he’ll look at you as if you were a hummingbird.
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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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