I don't want anybody suspecting I am some sheep and part of the Washington D. C. establishment.
The Dancer believes that his art has something to say which cannot be expressed in words or in any other way than by dancing.
The person drawn to dance as profession is notoriously unintellectual. He thinks with his muscles, delights in expression with body, not words; finds analysis painful and boring; and is a creature of physical ebullience.
Nothing so clearly and inevitably reveals the inner man than movement and gesture. It is quite possible, if one chooses, to conceal and dissimulate behind words or paintings or statues or other forms of human expression, but the moment you move you stand revealed, for good or ill, for what you are.
There are times when the simple dignity of movementcan fulfill the function of a volume of words.
The Dancer believes that his art has something to say which cannot be expressed in words or in any other way than by dancing. . . there are times when the simple dignity of movement can fulfill the function of a volume of words. There are movements which impinge upon the nerves with a strength that is incomparable, for movement has power to stir the senses and emotions, unique in itself. This is the dancer's justification for being, and his reason for searching further for deeper aspects of his art.
Certainly we must be strong, but strength is, to me, not just a force, but rather a vocabulary of many means
Jewish Alzheimer's is forgetting everything except a grudge.
Jeff Smith was the Julia Child of my generation. When his television show, 'The Frugal Gourmet,' made its debut on PBS in the 1980s, it conveyed such genuine enthusiasm for cooking that I was moved for the first time to slap down cold cash for a collection of recipes.
The tread Of coming footsteps cheats the midnight watcher Who holds her heart and waits to hear them pause, And hears them never pause, but pass and die.
After age 70, it's patch, patch, patch.