It's always exciting when you can go into a mode where you can be both spontaneous and choreographed. Sort of in control and out of control at the same time.
Dancing is a frenzyand a rage.
The populace is like the sea, motionless in itself, but stirred by every wind, even the lightest breeze.
Honestly, my favorite kind of dancing is just lettin' loose. There's something great about the carefree flinging of your body to great music. It can be so joyous.
When I speak about freedom, it's about freedom of the spirit. Freedom of the spirit can't be represented by a body. It has to be art. It has to be all the colors. It has to be something that moves and has no boundaries.
The river is of the earth and it is free. It is rigorously embanked and bound, and yet it is free. To hell with restraint, it says, I have got to be going. It will grind out its dams. It will go over or around them. They will become pieces.
Wander at will, Day after day,-- Wander away, Wandering still-- Soul that canst soar! Body may slumber: Body shall cumber Soul-flight no more.
I danced with passion to spite the music.
It should not be denied... that being footloose has always exhilarated us. It is associated in our minds with escape from history and oppression and law and irksome obligations, with absolute freedom, and the road has always led West.
When I let my hair down, I just let it down. It's more comfortable in my helmet.
Nothing is more beautiful than freedom of the body.
England may as well dam up the waters of the Nile with bulrushes as to fetter the step of Freedom
Throughout my life, I've had different metaphors for freedom. At one time, it was skin diving. In the ocean you feel weightless; you escape from gravity.
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher, wiggle 'til you vomit fire.
I think that's an idea that's always appealed to us - to let something go where it wants to.
