The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark.

...then I did the simplest thing in the world. I leaned down... and kissed him. And the world cracked open

The artist does not tinker with the universe, he recreates it out of his own experience and understanding of life.

The universe lies before you on the floor, in the air, in the mysterious bodies of your dancers, in your mind. From this voyage no one returns poor or weary.

Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little.

No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.