Who am I?, the artist asks. And he devotes his whole life to finding out.
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There is something fearfully strengthening about cutting free even if the ties bandage the heart itself.
More Agnes de Mille Quotes
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Who am I?, the artist asks. And he devotes his whole life to finding out.
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The creative urge is the demon that will not accept anything second rate.
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Dancers 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.
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No white man uses his feet the way an Indian does. He talks to the earth.
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What they wanted was something newly experienced, and therefore unknown and hard to attain.
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I studied the way I danced- to the point of dropping.
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We can’t stand silence, because silence includes thinking. And if we thought, we would have to face ourselves.
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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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No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made.
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What I could not learn was to think creatively on schedule.
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Theater people are always pining and agonizing because they’re afraid that they’ll be forgotten. And in America they’re quite right. They will be.
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I learned three important things in college-to use a library, to memorize quickly and visually, to drop asleep at any time given a horizontal surface and fifteen minutes.
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Destiny is made known silently.
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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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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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