Who Am I?, The Artist Asks. And

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. The Artist Never Entirely Knows. We Guess. We May Be Wrong, But We Take Leap After Leap In The Dark.

To Dance Is To Be Out Of Yourself. Larger, More Beautiful, More Powerful. This Is Power, It Is Glory On Earth And It Is Yours For The Taking.

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

Find The Passion. It Takes Great Passion And Great Energy To Do Anything Creative. I Would Go So Far As To Say You Can't Do It Without That Passion.

The Universe Lies Before You On The Floor, In The Air, In The Mysterious Bodies Of Your Dancers, In Your Mind. From This Voyage No One Returns Poor Or Weary.