The truest expression of a people is in its dances and its music. Bodies never lie.
Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.
That was the idea behind glam clubs like Seven and The New Eve. You could eat and dance to live music. To enter you had to descend a grand staircase.
Millions of men have lived to fight, build palaces and boundaries, shape destinies and societies; but the compelling force of all times has been the force of originality and creation profoundly affecting the roots of human spirit.
I would love to do more music, definitely. That is my true passion. Dance is first and then music.
No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself.
We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.
When you see a fish you don't think of its scales, do you? You think of its speed, its floating, flashing body seen through the water... If I made fins and eyes and scales, I would arrest its movement, give a pattern or shape of reality. I want just the flash of its spirit.
The threshold has its guardians - gods and spirits who forbid entrance both to human enemies and to demons and the powers of pestilence.
We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.
Human speech is a cracked cauldron on which we knock out tunes for dancing bears, when we wish to conjure pity from the stars.
Life without liberty is like a body without spirit.
The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.
Both now and for always, I intend to hold fast to my belief in the hidden strength of the human spirit.
I am well aware that many will say that no one can possibly speak with spirits and angels so long as he lives in the body; and many will say that it is all fancy, others that I relate such things in order to gain credence, and others will make other objections.
From the beginning I thought about working with the body in movement, the space between the body and clothes. I wanted the clothes to move when people moved. The clothes are also for people to dance or laugh.
The only things in my life that compatibly exists with this grand universe are the creative works of the human spirit.
There comes a pause, for human strength will not endure to dance without cessation; and everyone must reach the point at length of absolute prostration.
My American gay audience have continued to dance and sing to the music I make in a way that straight Americans haven't. I am grateful to them for that.
Bodily decay is gloomy in prospect, but of all human contemplations the most abhorrent is body without mind.
I could prove God statistically. Take the human body alone - the chances that all the functions of an individual would just happen is a statistical monstrosity.
My job in this life is to give people spiritual ecstasy through music. In my concerts people cry, laugh, dance. If they climaxed spiritually, I did my job. I did it decently and honestly.
If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred.
There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn music and dancing, and thought it time well spent.
When you step back and watch people, you realize that we use every single body part. Movement, dance - I find it genius because it's ultimate expression, really.