In The End, It All

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.

I Did Not Choose To Be A Dancer. I Was Chosen.

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.

Modern Dance Isn't Anything Except One Thing In My Mind: The Freedom Of Women In America.

I Feel That The Essence Of Dance Is The Expression Of Man--the Landscape Of His Soul. I Hope That Every Dance I Do Reveals Something Of Myself Or Some Wonderful Thing A Human Can Be.