Great Dancers Are Not Great Because Of

The Next Time You Look Into The Mirror, Just Look At The Way The Ears Rest Next To The Head; Look At The Way The Hairline Grows; Think Of All The Little Bones In Your Wrist. It Is A Miracle. And The Dance Is A Celebration Of That Miracle.

I Am Absorbed In The Magic Of Movement And Light. Movement Never Lies. It Is The Magic Of What I Call The Outer Space Of The Imagination.

The Body Is A Sacred Garment. It's Your First And Last Garment; It Is What You Enter Life In And What You Depart Life With, And It Should Be Treated With Honor.

Wherever A Dancer Stands Is Holy Ground.

Nobody Cares If You Can't Dance Well.