“She was our queen, our rose, our star;
And then she danced—O Heaven, her dancing!”

“Dance with her, and she will forgive much; dance well, and she will forgive anything.”

“She moves like and angel
And seven evening stars
Dance through the window
Of her universal house”

“The red-faced president took afternoon tea
With her majesty The Queen
And they watched old films flicker
Across the old palace movie screen
Crying, "What a shame!"
As she slipped in the rain
Poor dancing girl
Well, she won't dance again…”

“And she is going to dance, dance hungry, dance full, dance each cold astonishing moment, now when she is young and again when she is old.”

“She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.”

“In the village where I live, in Sussex, we made our bonfire in the Vicarage paddock and every year, as soon as it was lit, the Vicar's cow would begin to dance. She danced while the flames rose up to the sky, she danced till the ashes were black and cold. And the next morning — it was always the same — the Vicar would have no milk for his breakfast. It is strange to think of a simple cow rejoicing at the saving of Parliament so many years ago.”

“She was the only one where the music and dance were equally important… her dance moves were deeply affected by this… she was able to convey not only the meaning of the dance, but also the emotion of the music. That’s what I liked best.”

“she wanted to dance with someone who would embrace her in the way she dreamed of since adolescence.”

“The stars of midnight shall be dear
To her; and she shall lean her ear
In many a secret place
Where rivulets dance their wayward round,
And beauty born of murmuring sound
Shall pass into her face.”