I Danced With Passion To

The Dance Goes On Forever. So Shall I. So Shall We.

The Nature Of My Compulsion Was Such That I Danced In My Sleep. The Entire Household Was Sometimes Awakened By Loud Thumping Sounds Coming From My Room.

I Embarked On A Risky Course Of Plastic Surgery And Silicone Injections, Major Dental Realignments And Gruesome Medical Procedures. I Pray That Young Dancers, Those Who Imitate Me At Their Peril, Will Avoid This Blind Alley. It Is More Than A Dead End; It Is A Dead Beginning.

When You Are On Stage You Are Having An Affair With Three Thousand People.

In Saying My Prayers, I Discovered The Voice Of An Innermost Self, The Raw Nerve Of My Identity.