Many Other Women Have Kicked Higher, Balanced

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.

Friends Die One By One, But So, Thank God, Do Enemies.

Who Am I?, The Artist Asks. And He Devotes His Whole Life To Finding Out.

Then I Did The Simplest Thing In The World. I Leaned Down... And Kissed Him. And The World Cracked Open.

No White Man Uses His Feet The Way An Indian Does. He Talks To The Earth.