Answer:
who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left.
What can you catch but not throw?
A doctor might remove one from the neck of a Dracula victim.