The Spine Is The Tree Of Life.

The Body Is A Sacred Garment.

To Me, A Building - If It's Beautiful - Is The Love Of One Man, He's Made It Out Of His Love For Space, Materials, Things Like That.

Dancing Appears Glamorous, Easy, Delightful. But The Path To Paradise Of The Achievement Is Not Easier Than Any Other. There Is Fatigue So Great That The Body Cries, Even In Its Sleep. There Are Times Of Complete Frustration, There Are Daily Small Deaths.

I Love Words Very Much. I've Always Loved To Talk, And I've Always Love Words — The Words That Rest In Your Mouth, What Words Mean And How You Taste Them And So On. And For Me The Spoken Word Can Be Used Almost As A Gesture.

I Did Not Choose To Be A Dancer. I Was Chosen.