Lermontov: Why do you want to dance?
Vicky: Why do you want to live?
Lermontov: Well, I don't know exactly why, but... I must.
Vicky: That's my answer too.

And I never felt more alive, until I spread my wings and flew away. Flew away with the ravens. It was then that I knew, knew that I was one of them, even though I was red. Red with blood and anger and hate. They accepted me, as The Red Raven.

Twirl around Piglet,Step lightly Pooh,This silly ol' dance is perfect for two.

No lady likes to dance or dine, accompanied by a porcupine. Burma Shave.

For a true DANCER, it doesn't matter whether you perform on a stage or don't perform at all... What matters, is that you DANCE!!!

I am bit sending messages with my feet. All I ever wanted was not to come up empty. I did it for the dough and the old applause.