We dance to reclaim our brilliant ability to disappear in something bigger, something safe, a space without a critic or a judge or an analyst.

Energy moves in waves. Waves move in patterns. Patterns move in rhythms. A human being is just that energy, waves, patterns, rhythms. Nothing more. Nothing less. A dance.

Don't be afraid to show your light.. If it ends up being too much for people.. tell them to wear sunglasses!

The fastest way to still the mind is to move the body

Between the head and feet of any given person is a billion miles of unexplored wilderness.

You just have to determine to settle for nothing less than being FULLY ALIVE, to show up, be who you are, and share your gifts.

Dancing, singing, storytelling and silence are the four universal healing salves.

Put your body in motion and your psyche will heal itself.

Anger is an integrity-producing response to the invasion of your personal boundaries.

The dance is not where we lose ourselves. But where we find ourselves.

If you don't do your dance, who will?

100 years ago, movies were black-and-white, silent, and 16 frames a second. So 100 years from now, what are they going to be?

Small streams don't plan to be mighty rivers. We just move in a direction; God decides what He'll have us become.

What is age, anyway? I feel young because I'm beginning a new chapter in my life, which is so exciting!

Living composers writing for big band are very few and far between. There are not a lot of them, and I have a talent for doing it. I am zeroing in on what I do best.

Simple statements are to be prized more highly than less simple ones because they tell us more; because their empirical content is greater; and because they are better testable.

I had to surrender to not worrying about the way I looked, how much I weighed...I am not a woman whose self-worth comes from her dress size.

I'm boring. I stay home, watch TV, and eat a lot of fast food. That's really exciting, isn't it?

I don't remember being a keen reader, but apparently I was. My aunt told me that whenever I was teased for reading, I would say, "To each his own."

Of all the cankers of human happiness none corrodes with so silent, yet so baneful an influence, as indolence.

Death cannot kill what never dies.