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“[Introverts] are also more flexible in a sense, in that sometimes they must do what extraverts do all the time, meet strangers and go to parties. But some extraverted people can avoid being introverted, turning inward, for years at a time.”

“Tinker Bell, meanwhile, was drifting with purpose up to the highest leafy branches of the jungle. Her light glowed warmly off the leaves below, the droplets seeping off their thick veins, the sweet sap running down the trunks of the trees. It made the whole clearing look... Well, like it was touched by fairies, Wendy thought with a smile. All her life she had looked for fairies in more mundane places, experiencing a rush of hope and warmth whenever a scene even palely imitated the one before here now. Candles at Christmas, fireflies in the park, flickering lamps in teahouses. The sparkling leaded glass windows of a sweets shop on winter afternoons when dusk came at four. A febrile, glowing crisscross of threads on a rotten log her cousin had once shown her out in the country: fox fire, magical mushrooms. And here it was, for real! Tinker Bell was performing what appeared to be a slow and majestic dance. First, she moved to specific points in the air around her, perhaps north, south, east, and west, twirling a little at each stop. Then she flew back to the center and made a strange bowing motion, keeping her tiny feet daintily together and putting her arms out gracefully like a swan. As she completed each movement, fairy dust fell from her wings in glittering, languorous trails, hanging in the air just long enough to form shapes. She started the dance over again, faster this time. And again even faster. Her trail of sparkles almost resolved into a picture, crisscrossed lines constantly flowing slowly down like drips of luminous paint. Wendy felt a bit like John, overwhelmed with a desire to try to reduce and explain and thereby translate the magic. But she also felt a lot like Michael, with an almost overwhelming urge to break free from her hiding place and see it up close, to feel the sparkles on her nose, to run a hand through the sigils not for the purpose of destruction but form a hapless, joyful desire to be part of it all.”

“Dance history is not only an academic or artistic undertaking. Dance history is human history. Dance history explores the intersection of the collective narrative with the human body. You can not understand history of dance without understanding how dance is the individuation of collective storytelling." Marquita Burke De Jesus, Associate Professor in Dance”

“Dancing is my passion. Dancing means dreaming with your feet. The poetry of your body. What I cannot express with words I express with my body. I move to the music, let it flow through my limbs. Form the notes within me. Make them visible. Become one with the music. I become an instrument. I become music. I am music. I am entirely in the moment. I live and breathe and swirl in a circle, flow in gentle movements with the harmonies, fly through the skies. I am all mine, all my own. I am free.”

“Ocean has taken possession of me. He has hold of me forever. I'm lured to His charming beauty and overwhelming majestic presence. He makes me dream, dance, fly and laugh. His mystical silence is mesmerizing. His roaring voice is fascinating. He inspires with infinite depth and makes me gasp from His rocking weight... Each time, being parted, we, like true lovers, desperately rush into a tearfully passionate hug... United once again He elegantly carries me where I long to be. His euphoric scent fills the air, adoring stillness and glimmering serenity embraces with the warmth of gently kissing waves makes my whole body sing... He always keeps His faithful promises to me and I give back. I find peace in Him and He finds Love in me... Every day and night diving in each other’s eyes and exchanging vows we write the book to pass down this miracle of unseen...”

“I remember how we clung to our Russia even as she slipped through our fingers like so many grains of sand at the shore where we used to spend the summer. Through it all, I danced, I danced—I was young and impossibly strong. I am called Anastasiya—the springtime, new life. I have created myself again and again, as the phoenix rises from the ashes. But I grow tired. I could go back now, but for what? Everything I loved is gone. I have no country anymore. Our Russia is dead, her people are dead. Perhaps even the melting snows no longer smell the same. She lives within me, perhaps only within me. Those laughing faces, those poignant songs, they have floated up with the incense, disappearing from human recollection. We were all so young!" -- from "Madame Anastasiya" by Emily Lapisardi (2020)”

“Se estiver frio e nublado lá fora, E voce quer ser boa companhia, Deixe seus problemas embora, Faça uma dança, baile e sorria!”