Dance is bigger than the physical body. When you extend your arm, it doesn't stop at the end of your fingers, because you're dancing bigger than that; you're dancing spirit.

It's a real gift to have a husband and wife in the company that love each other and that work together. They check on each other emotionally and physically. That's beautiful to me.

I believe in spirit and then I believe a manifestation of spirit is dance

Learn the craft of knowing how to open your heart and to turn on your creativity. There's a light inside of you.

Dance is about never-ending aspiration.

People come to see beauty, and I dance to give it to them.

We can go on talking about racism and who treated whom badly, but what are you going to do about it? Are you going to wallow in that or are you going to create your own agenda?

If you look at a dancer in silence, his or her body will be the music. If you turn the music on, that body will become an extension of what you're hearing.

One you've danced, you always dance.

You don't enter a dance studio and say "I can't do that." If you do, then why are you in the studio in the first place?

I've always felt that complement of opposites: body and soul, solitude and companionship, and in the dance studio, contraction and release, rise and fall.

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

And she saw beauty even in the tiny sparkles of dust suspended in the air, high above.

I find that when I come out of the library I’m in what I call the library bliss of being totally taken away from the distractions of li

That's where the songs come from: that's what I'd most want people to understand. What sounds good or looks good, that's nothing. The only worthwhile thing in art is seeing someone else's heart.

Live television is always stressful and the more you do it, the more you realise what can go wrong.

Aim at perfection and nothing less. Need the best. Deserve the best. Those who say it's not possible are the people who decided to settle.

The worst thing in the world is a bitter woman. That's one thing about your mother, she's never been bitter.

Why wilt thou be so sottish, such an enemy to thyself, as to prefer puddle-water, and that poisoned too and stolen, before pure living waters out of thy own well?

What politician ever thinks beyond 4 or 5 years? But such thinking is hopelessly inadequate for the big questions that involve the fabric of the world we live in

I really haven't strayed too far, musically, from my roots