In a society that worships love, freedom and beauty, dance is sacred. It is a prayer for the future, a remembrance of the past and a joyful exclamation of thanks for the present.

Some people use things; they destroy. You're a creator, a builder.

The question then is, how much are you willing to give?" And I answered, "Anything." A breath later, Zane echoed my response with, "Everything.

I'm standing in a slaughterhouse where the cattle are begging to become hamburgers. I have a right to be jumpy.

A story isn't a charcoal sketch, where every stroke lies on the surface to be seen. It's an oil painting, filled with layers that the author must uncover so carefully to show its beauty.

Anhamirak, abandon and freedom.

Fate has a twisted sense of humor.