I Want One Word On My Tombstone

Friends Die One By One, But So, Thank God, Do Enemies.

No Trumpets Sound When The Important Decisions Of Our Life Are Made. Destiny Is Made Known Silently.

Many Other Women Have Kicked Higher, Balanced Longer, Or Turned Faster. These Are Poor Substitutes For Passion.

Dance In The Body You Have.

Modern Dancers Give A Sinister Portent About Our Times. The Dancers Don't Even Look At One Another. They Are Just A Lot Of Isolated Individuals Jiggling In A Kind Of Self-hypnosis And Dancing With Others Only To Remind Themselves That We Are Not Completely Alone In This World.