Pity Is A Corroding Thing.

I Get Up, I Fall Down, All The While I Am Dancing.

The Reason Dance Has Held Such An Ageless Magic For The World Is That It Has Been The Symbol Of The Performance Of Living.

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

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.

There Is Fatigue So Great That The Body Cries, Even In Its Sleep.