“Hey whatever puts you in a good mood is fine by me. For all I care, monkeys could have danced around your classroom all hour if it made you happy.”“Don’t be so dramatic Jackson. I would much rather it is zebras,” I replied with a chuckle.Jackson and Noel, Dancing with Death”

“Trust me when I tell you the zebra is real! Somewhere, the zebra is dancing.”

“Whom are you going to dance with?' asked Mr. Knightley.She hesitated a moment and then replied, 'With you, if you will ask me.'Will you?' said he, offering his hand.Indeed I will. You have shown that you can dance, and you know we are not really so much brother and sister as to make it at all improper.'Brother and sister! no, indeed.”

“Dance makes me better in all things. Dance makes me endure all things. Dance makes me a believer in taking what isordinary about myself and turning it into something extraordinary. I dance just because I can. It is important to tell you: If I can dance, so can you.”

“Right. The dance.” I reply with all the whit of a pencil. Now who’s rocking the eye avoidance? That would be me.”

“I promise you forever,” he replied. “Whatever that is. Whatever I can give you. You have all of it. All of me.”