I'd like to be a song and dance man.
Why do I dance? Dance is my medicine. It’s the scream which eases for a while the terrible frustration common to all human beings who because of race, creed, or color, are ‘invisible’. Dance is the fist with which I fight the sickening ignorance of prejudice.
Whoever would have his body supple, easy and healthful should learn to dance.
Words should wander and meander. They should fly like owls and flicker like bats and slip like cats. They should murmur and scream and dance and sing.
So welcome 'Damsels in Distress,' an exhilarating gift of a comedy about college, the female intellect, the limitless male ego, inventing a new dance, and suicide prevention. . . This is the world as Stillman sees it, and to luxuriate for two hours in that retro bubble of sparkling wit is a pleasure not to be missed.
When you dance, you don't sweat. You glow.
I don't really think about dance except just before rehearsals start. I put it off. I don't live my life thinking about dance
Dancing - that's really what I do at parties. I dance and I hang out with friends. That's my partying.
Dancing is as old as love.
What a joy it is to dance and sing!
I really loved music and went to a lot of clubs to see bands and dance. I loved going out.
I don't try to tell the dancers exactly what a dance means before they do it.
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is.
Sex in a dance is in the eyes of the beholder.
A dancer, more than any other human being, dies two deaths: the first, the physical when the powerfully trained body will no longer respond as you would wish. After all, I choreographed for myself. I never choreographed what I could not do. I changed steps in Medea and other ballets to accommodate the change. But I knew. And it haunted me. I only wanted to dance.
Sex in a dance is in the eyes of the beholder. I never thought my dances sexy. I suppose that's because I see myself with my face washed, and to me I look like a rabbit.
As long as you're dancing, you can break the rules.
The aesthetic pleasure of dance is a secondary reflection of the primary, vital joy of courtship.
Who's judging American Idol? Paula Abdul? Paula Abdul judging a singing contest is like Christopher Reeve judging a dance contest!
Kids: they dance before they learn there is anything that isn't music.