I Was Born To Be Your Rival,'

For He Loved Her And He Understood That A Woman Cannot Always Live As A Man. He Understood That She Cannot Always Think As He Thought, Walk As He Walked, Breathe The Air That He Took In. She Would Always Be A Different Being From Him, Listening To A Different Music, Hearing A Different Sound, Familiar With A Different Element.

The Bird Sings As If To Say That Delight Is Easy, For Those Who Desire It

A Man Will Always Promise To Do More Than He Can Do To A Woman He Cannot Understand.

In A Way. Magic Is The Act Of Making A Wish Come About. Like Praying, Like Plotting, Like Herbs, Like Exerting Your Will On The World, Making Something Happen.

I Had Never Seen A Woman In Such Despair Before. It Was Worse Than Death, It Was A Constant Longing For Death And A Constant Rejection Of Life. She Lived Like Darkness In Her Own Day.