The human heart is a damnable thing.

Real dancing happens in the heart. The body only follows. Otherwise it’s just movement.

Real dancing happens in the heart.

A lighter head can help lift a heavy heart.

A heart, a real heart is pretty fucking ugly—a lumpy, asymmetrical mass of muscle, varicolored vessels sticking out like rusty old plumbing.

The gut, that second brain: closer to the heart, which must mean closer to the soul, too.

Blood courses from the head back to the heart.