“That which we fear, we somehow beckon near and engage in a dance, as toxically intimate as a pair of suspicious lovers... we’re magnetized waltzers and our hopes and fears emit some kind of electrical impulses that attract all that we dream, and all that we dread. We live and die on a dance floor of our own making.”

“That which we fear, we somehow beckon near and engage in a dance, as toxically intimate as a pair of suspicious lovers... we’re magnetized waltzers and our hopes and fears emit some kind of electrical impulses that attract all that we dream, and all that we dread. We live and die on a dance floor of our own making.”

— Karen Marie Moning