Nobody Cares If You Can't

It Takes Ten Years, Usually, To Make A Dancer. It Takes Ten Years Of Handling The Instrument, Handling The Material With Which You Are Dealing, For You To Know It Completely.

In The End, It All Comes Down To The Art Of Breathing.

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

A Dancer Must Listen To His Body And Pay Homage To It. Behind The Movement Lies This Terrible, Driving Passion, This Necessity. I Won't Settle For Anything Less.

Censorship Is The Height Of Vanity.