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.
AGNES DE MILLEDancing 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.
AGNES DE MILLEThe acrobat is lost in a web of muscles the dancer is all but invisible in projected idea.
AGNES DE MILLEToe dancing is a dandy attention getter, second only to screaming.
AGNES DE MILLEModern dancers give a sinister portent about our times.
AGNES DE MILLESo that we will miss nothing. Partly it’s greed, but mainly its curiosity. We just want to experience it. And we do.
AGNES DE MILLEI think ought to have more and correct some of the matters fate fails to take care of.
AGNES DE MILLELiving is a form of not being sure, not know what next or how… The artists never entirely knows.
AGNES DE MILLEgreat artists can be uncertain. Of course they are while strugggling to find solutions.
AGNES DE MILLEDance in the body you have.
AGNES DE MILLEWhat they wanted was something newly experienced, and therefore unknown and hard to attain.
AGNES DE MILLEThere is something fearfully strengthening about cutting free even if the ties bandage the heart itself.
AGNES DE MILLEWhat have we got here in America that we believe we cannot live without?
AGNES DE MILLEMy heroines are part of me and my heroes are part of what I’d like to know.
AGNES DE MILLEDancers don’t get invited to visit people. It is assumed a boy dancer will run off with the spoons and a girl with the head of the house.
AGNES DE MILLEWho am I?, the artist asks. And he devotes his whole life to finding out.
AGNES DE MILLEModern dancers give a sinister portent about our times. The dancers don’t even look at one another.
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