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

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 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.

Dance is about never-ending aspiration.

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.

We are inspired to write by divine force.

Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.

It is tempting to say, as my friend suggested, that these online identities are caricatures of the real me. It is certainly true that social media can unleash the cruellest side of human nature.

If anyone had realized that within 10 years this tiny system that was picked up almost by accident was going to be controlling 50 million computers, considerably more thought might have gone into it.

Get down with your old Allman Bros. records!

Society has to change, but the political powers we have at the moment are not enough to effect this change. The whole democratic system would have to be rethought.

I heard my brother's voice even though we were apart. I then answered the phone and found him on the line.

Death laughs when old women frolic.

Those caught in the cycle of self-concern suffer helplessly, while the compassionate are more free and, implicitly, more happy.

Competence is no longer a scarce commodity.