“You cannot dance up there," he said, quietly. "I can see you are in mourning. But you are welcome to dance here, among the magic. Please. Come and mend you broken hearts here. Come back, every night.”

“Wren, come back, please come back. Don't disappear again. I want you here. Stay here.”

“Come Darcy,' said he. 'I must have you dance. I hate to see you standing around by yourself in this stupid manner.”

“When you find yourself wondering, "How did I wind up here, on this Earth, in this life?" Try imagining that you came to dance. You simply tired of sitting this one out, and said, "Yes, I'd love to!" So you jumped up and began to create rhythm - back and forth, up and down. That's the dance of being alive.”

“Every day and every night, I dance with Jesus Christ, Prophet Mohammad & all personal Gods: Krishna, Shiva & Buddha. You are welcome too !”

“Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass In accident time where there are no accidents You have no choice the choice comes after”