Dance is the landscape of man's soul.

Our arms start from the back because they were once wings.

Great dancers are not great because of their technique, they are great because of their passion.

The body says what words cannot.

Movement never lies. It is a barometer telling the state of the soul's weather to all who can read it.

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.

The body is a sacred garment. It's your first and last garment; it is what you enter life in and what you depart life with, and it should be treated with honor.

Dance is the hidden langauge of the soul, of the body.

Misery is a communicable disease.

Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance. Great dancers are great because of their passion.

No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a strange, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.

Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary people can - that is their secret.

Well, " I ask, leaning over him, "do you wish to stay?""I do.""And why is that, Cole?" I say, tipping toward him so that our noses nearly brush."Well, " he says with a smile, "the weather's quite nice.

While we are living in the present, we must celebrate life every day, knowing that we are becoming history with every work, every action, every deed.

For too long, the U.S. has been operating upon the premise that American men and matériel should be capable of reaching and controlling all corners of the world. This was a bully’s universe.

People in the know say The Giver was the first young adult dystopian novel.

To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.

You have to learn to interrupt because you aren't going to get called on.

Did think you were here to kill time listening to Christian music until you go to heaven? We've got work to do.

We believed the fairy tales we told our children and we loved them beyond reason even when we were green and bungling about it. We were children loving our children. And that's who we are still.

For every door the computers have closed they have opened a new one.