Theater used to be a verb; it used to be an act. But nowadays it is just a noun. It is a place.

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.

A writer's journey may be tough, but never give up and enjoy every moment.

Well, the common enemy in North America is the Western consumer. The consumer has driven oil up to $50 a barrel so we have to have these wars. I think it's incumbent upon us to.

The South, to me, is fried chicken and catfish caviar --- that's grits --- and good-looking women.

Let the dogs of the empire bark, that's their job; ours is to battle to achieve the true liberation of our people.

The Christian's chief occupational hazards are depression and discouragement.

Life--you have to live it as it comes.

Solitude, the sly enemy that doth separate a man from well-doing.

I would get my student loans, get money, register and never really go. It was a system I thought would somehow pan out.

Accept people and situations as they are in life and then take action. The moment you do this, you'll see you are out of the confusion about anything in life.

Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!