You spend your whole life trying to get known and then you spend the rest of it hiding in the toilet.

The time to sing is when your emotional level is just too high to speak anymore, and the time to dance is when your emotions are just too strong to only sing about how you feel.

The energy doesn't end at the hands. I want such intensity that it feels like light is streaming from every finger.

Human beings are born with the instinct to express themselves through movement. Even before he could communicate with words, primitive man was dancing to the beat of his own heart.

Don't dance for the audience; dance for yourself.

Life is just a bowl of cherries, don't take it serious, its mysterious. Life is just a bowl of cherries, so live and laugh and laugh at love, love a laugh, laugh and love.

Dance expresses joy better than anything else.

They may not know what I'm doing, but they know I'm doing something!

In today's world, everything seems like some sort of long audition.

Choreography is writing on your feet.

I like attractive people who aren't so terribly aware that they are attractive... people who aren't afraid to roll on the floor and make fools out of themselves.

My goal is to write every day. I say it is my ideal. I am careful not to pass judgment or create anxiety if I do not do it. No one lives up to his ideal.

Action speaks louder than word but if someone judged you by your tattoos that means they are STUPID not to understand art and missed the meaning of "for art sakes

If somebody for some reason, for music or for movie, becomes famous, it's because they have something, something special.

I worship the quicksand he [Richard Nixon] walks in.

All too often we fail to ask what we are trying to sustain. Ultimately, sustainability must be measured by the endurance of thriving human communities.

It is this ability to bear what is unbearable and to go on living, to go on doing what one is used to doing—it is this uncanny ability that the existence of the human race is based on.

This is your one chance. Tell me where the key is." "Okay." Serpine raised an eyebrow. "Really?" "No, only joking. Do your worst.

I love berries. Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, black berries, anything with an 'errie' in it!

The world news might not be therapeutic.

We returned home, after these experiments, with the conviction that sailing flight was not the exclusive prerogative of birds.