There is no happiness without tears, no life without death. Beware! I am going to make you cry.

The lips are closed, for the dancer has plenty of other voices at his service.

Avarice is a cursed vice: offer a man enough gold, and he will part with his own small hoard of food, however great his hunger.

Not every story has a happy ending, but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth telling.

The subject matter is autobiographical, it's all to do with hope and memory and sensuality and involvement, really.

There is no happiness without tears, no life without death. Beware! I am going to make you cry.

Dancing is as old as love.