The Center Of The Stage

A Dancer, More Than Any Other Human Being, Dies Two Deaths: The First, The Physical When The Powerfully Trained Body Will No Longer Respond As You Would Wish. After All, I Choreographed For Myself. I Never Choreographed What I Could Not Do. I Changed Steps In Medea And Other Ballets To Accommodate The Change. But I Knew. And It Haunted Me. I Only Wanted To Dance.

The Body Is Your Instrument In Dance, But Your Art Is Outside That Creature, The Body.

America Does Not Concern Itself Now With Impressionism. We Own No Involved Philosophy. The Psyche Of The Land Is To Be Found In Its Movement. It Is To Be Felt As A Dramatic Force Of Energy And Vitality. We Move; We Do Not Stand Still. We Have Not Yet Arrived At The Stock-taking Stage.

I'm Asked So Often Whether I Believe In Life After Death. I Do Believe In The Sanctity Of Life, The Continuity Of Life And Of Energy. I Know The Anonymity Of Death Has No Appeal For Me. It Is The Now That I Must Face And Want To Face.

No Animal Ever Has An Ugly Body Until It Is Domesticated. It Is The Same With The Human Body.