She raised one leg and gave me all her weight as I dipped her. She either trusted me or wanted to fall.

The funny thing about writing is that whether you're doing well or doing it poorly, it looks the exact same. That's actually one of the main ways that writing is different from ballet dancing.

Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.

Dancing in the chequer'd shade.

Come and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe.

Come, knit hands, and beat the ground In a light fantastic round.