You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems and suffer and understand, for all that is life.
“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.”
I don't want anyone to fail, so if you can make money off music even though you can't sing or dance, that's genius.
The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.
Until quite recently dance in America was the ragged Cinderella of the arts.
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
We dance round in a ring and suppose, But the secret sits in the middle and knows.
"Hear what little Red-Eye saith: "Nag, come up and dance with death!"
If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.
If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.
Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music.
I would believe only in a god that knows how to dance.
Never give a sword to a man who can't dance.