“Demon. Gremlin. Poltergeist. Ghost. Phantom. Spirit. Shadow. Ghoul. Devil. People are afraid of them, so they relegate their existence to stories, volumes of books that can be closed and put on the shelf or left behind at a bed and breakfast; they clench their eyes shut, so they will see no evil. But trust me when I tell you that the zebra is real. Somewhere, the zebra is dancing.”

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

“Somewhere, the zebra is dancing.”

“You can have a pet zebra and put that zebra into a small cage every day and tell the zebra that you love it, but no matter how you and the zebra love each other, the fact remains, that the zebra should be let out of that cage and should belong to someone who can treat it better, the way it should be treated, someone who can make it happy.”

“I suddenly realized. The zebra. It is not something outside of us. The zebra is something inside of us. Our fears. Our own self-destructive nature. The zebra is the worst part of us when we are face-to-face with our worst times. The demon is us!”

“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”