“Will you dance for me? Let your breasts roam for a moment -- I need to see how they dance.''Okay.' She danced, and as she danced, she tried to think of the most delicious salads she could imagine -- with artichokes and sundried tomato and blue cheese dressing, and beets, lots of beets.”
“And she is going to dance, dance hungry, dance full, dance each cold astonishing moment, now when she is young and again when she is old.”
“You're dressed for dancing," she said in her throaty stage voice. "Being undressed for dancing occured to me, but I didn't think Merris would like it.”
“CORALINE'S STORYTHERE WAS A GIRL HER NAME WAS APPLE. SHE USED TO DANCE A LOT. SHE DANCED AND DANCED UNTIL HER FEET TURND INTO SOSSAJES. THE END.”
“I don’t know how to dance!” she said. His arms tightened around her when she tried to pull away. “Then just let me hold you.”
“Dance with her, and she will forgive much. Dance well, and she will forgive anything.”