I Get Up, I Fall Down, All

The Body Is Shaped, Disciplined, Honored, And In Time, Trusted.

What I Do Must Be Done In The Sunlight Of Awareness.

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.

Censorship Is The Height Of Vanity.

Some Of You Are Doomed To Be Artists.