Friends die one by one, but so, thank God, do enemies.
AGNES DE MILLELiving is a form of not being sure, not know what next or how… The artists never entirely knows.
More Agnes de Mille Quotes
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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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The creative urge is the demon that will not accept anything second rate.
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The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark.
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They are just a lot of isolated individuals jiggling in a kind of self-hypnosis and dancing with others only to remind themselves that we are not completely alone in this world.
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Tolstoi’s scripts are almost indecipherable.
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Many other women have kicked higher, balanced longer, or turned faster. These are poor substitutes for passion.
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We can’t stand silence, because silence induces thinking. And if we thought, we would have to face ourselves.
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To make up a dance, I still need, as I needed then, a pot of tea, walking space, privacy and an idea.
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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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Toe dancing is a dandy attention getter, second only to screaming.
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The choreographic process is exhausting. It happens on one’s feet after hours of work, and the energy required is roughly the equivalent of writing a novel and winning a tennis match simultaneously.
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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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I am completely absorbed by the music and the steps I choose to respond to the music.
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So that we will miss nothing. Partly it’s greed, but mainly its curiosity. We just want to experience it. And we do.
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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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