My Dancing Is Not An Attempt To

Dance Is The Hidden Langauge Of The Soul, Of The Body.

Pity Is A Corroding Thing.

I Don't Try To Tell The Dancers Exactly What A Dance Means Before They Do It.

Stand Up! Keep Your Backs Straight! Remember That This Is Where The Wings Grow.

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.