I was interested in becoming a show dancer, for which I tried, but I'm not tall enough.

Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.

I have not wanted to intimidate audiences. I have not wanted my dancing to be an elitist form. That doesn't mean I haven't wanted it to be excellent.

Ultimately there is no such thing as failure. There are lessons learned in different ways.

Our ability to grow is directly proportional to an ability to entertain the uncomfortable.

No one is born with skill. It is developed through exercise, through repetition, through a blend of learning and reflection that's both painstaking and rewarding. And it takes time.

If you only do what you know and do it very, very well, chances are that you won't fail. You'll just stagnate, and your work will get less and less interesting, and that's failure by erosion

You don't get into the mood to create – it's discipline.

Life is about moving, it’s about change. And when things stop doing that they’re dead.

More often than not I've found, a rut is a consequence of sticking to tried and tested methods that don't take into account how you or the world has changed.

If art is the bridge between what you see in your mind and what the world sees, then skill is how you build that bridge.

When God saw fit to bestow such a gift, a man with any sense didn’t ask questions.

In afternoon if you close eyes it's doesn't mean there is dark outside and if you avoid or do not want see your wrong deeds and wrong character it's doesn't mean all Good in you

'Are we done? You can avoid us all again and we'll keep talking about you behind your back.'

Impatient men are generous ones. Or haven't you learned that by now?

We worship God through our questions.

Let experience, the least fallible guide of human opinion, be appealed to for an answer to these inquiries.

People are deeply nourished by the process of creating wholeness.

Flowers are made to bloom in the sun and not to be shut up in an apron.

I grew up in Doraville, Georgia and I ate barbecued ribs and chicken fried steak, and all kinds of cheesy grits, you know, and I never even thought twice about it.

No other group has internalized its self-hatred as much as blacks have. It would be difficult to find other groups who behave similarly in that their most esteemed members berate its poorest members.