Think Of The Magic Of That Foot,

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.

If I Can't Dance, I Don't Care If My Dances Are Ever Done Again!

I've Relaxed My Feelings About Other Companies Performing My Works. I Have Never In Principle Been Against My Ballets Being Danced By Other Companies. Rather, It Is That We Lack The Time, Space And Money To Insure That They Are Done Well. To Me, The Only Sin Is Mediocrity.

No Animal Ever Has An Ugly Body Until It Is Domesticated. It Is The Same With The Human Body.

You See, When Weaving A Blanket, An Indian Woman Leaves A Flaw In The Weaving Of That Blanket To Let The Soul Out.