“My shoes are scuffed and dirty from dancing. The grave of my enemy is where I go to find my inner Astaire.”

“Laughter is the sound of the soul dancing. My soul probably looks like Fred Astaire.”

“Sure, I have nice shoes. They’re in my closet, collecting a patina of dust. My shoes were made for dancing, and that’s why they’re dusty, because my feet, unfortunately, were not made for dancing. My feet were made for making wine, and that’s why my walk is intoxicating.”

“.. a circle of inner radiance,as calm as it was bright.Teach me to live that I may dreadThe Grave as little as my bed.”

“Inside me! I gasp, and all the muscles deep in my belly clench. My inner goddess is doing the dance of the seven veils.”

“The landings were dirty and the walls were bare. This stairway brought me into the balcony, and I sat there in the dark, thinking that nothing now was going to save me, that no pretty girl with new shoes was going to cross my path in time.”