Every song has it's own heartbeat. [...] The pulse in music is what makes it alive.
Somebody just gave me a shower radio. Thanks a lot. Do you really want music in the shower? I guess there's no better place to dance than a slick surface next to a glass door.
You dance love, and you dance joy, and you dance dreams. And I know if I can make you smile by jumping over a couple of couches or running through a rainstorm, then I'll be very glad to be a song and dance man.
There was still no likelihood that we could make a living from dance. We were doing it because we loved it... We realized how full we felt; we were surrounded by music and dancing and joy.
One step, two steps, three steps; like winds of time experience joy of centuries, when movements become revelations of the dance of destinies.
We think to dance, and dance in thought. But to hibernate in the mind, is to bring upon us an apocalypse of the Soul.
The moon rose above the canopy and a dreamy mist swirled around our knees as we danced, fingers entwined and hearts in sync with the universe; just a prince and his princess, a boy and a girl, learning to love in a beautiful world.