The Center Of The Stage Is Where

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.

To Me, A Building - If It's Beautiful - Is The Love Of One Man, He's Made It Out Of His Love For Space, Materials, Things Like That.

I Have Heard Stories That It Was Love At First Sight For Both Of Us, That We Disappeared To A Guest Room At Merle's House, Had Our Meals Sent Up, And Didn't Emerge For Several Days. This Is Absolutely Untrue. I Would Never Behave Like That As A Guest In Someone's Home. Carlos And I Went To My Beach House.

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.

You Do Not Even Have To Believe In Yourself Or Your Work. You Have To Keep Open And Aware Directly To The Urges That Motivate You. Keep The Channel Open.