There is lust and then there is love. They are related, but still very different things. To indulge in one requires little but honeyed speech and a change of clothes; to obtain the other, by contrast, a man must give up his rib. In return, his woman will undo the sin of Eve, and bring him back into Paradise.
Was I insane? Maybe. But then, there were many different kinds of insanity. Aunt Rose had always taken for granted that the whole world was in a state of constantly fluctuating madness, and that a neurosis was not an illness, but a fact of life, like pimples. Some have more, some have less, but only truly abnormal people have none at all. This commonsense philosophy had consoled me many times before, and it did now, too.
There is a trick to flying. The angels told me. He had smiled at my wide-eyed awe. You need to forget everything you know as a human being. When you are human, you discover that there is great power in hating the earth. And it can almost make you fly. But it never will.I had frowned, not quite understanding him. So, what's the trick?Love the sky.
It may upset my secret sisters that I say this, but between you and me, if you're so fortunate as to have captured the perfect male, peeling off that chain-mail bikini and becoming a part-time Amazon is not so bad after all.-Author's Note, Anne Fortier
He did not speak; merely looked at her with an expression she had seen traces of before but never fully understood until that moment. It was more apology than accusation---a dark stare of acknowledgment that told her he had long since seen his own fate in her actions, and had long since ceased to hold her responsible.
We are now left to choose between danger and regret, neither of which can restore the lives we have lost.
She laughed out loud, a warm, knowing laughter that made me once again wonder about the secret ingredient in these women’s lives. Whatever it was, I was clearly missing it. It was so much more than just self-confidence; it seemed to be the ability to love oneself, enthusiastically and unsparingly, body and soul, naturally followed by the assumption that every man on the planet is dying to get in on the act.
Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow. Well, perhaps you are right. Perhaps the wise spurn one to remain safe from the other, but I should rather choose to have my eyes burnt in their sockets than to have been born without.
...or perhaps about acknowledging that life is a delicate balance of great forces, and that good would lose its potency if there was no evil left to fight in the world.
You are too kind, and I am unused to it. For your own sake, do not stroke my misery. It knows not how to respond, but with a vicious bite.
Paris shook his head.Do you think I would teach just anyone to fight me to the death? I want you to be my wife. My one and only wife.
But are you not fond of me? Paris looked up, his eyes full of reproach.Fond of you? Myrina you are my queen. I want you more than I want life itself.
Why must a woman always surrender? I am not prey!No I am. Your arrow struck me long ago. Paris took her hand and placed it on his chest.Right here. And every time I try to pull it out. He used her hand to demonstrate. You force it back in.
Fear not! I would rather tear the heart from your bosom than take your bow, for I believe you would miss it less.
Yes you may come. Paris held up a hand to delay Myrina's raptures. But this time you will not be wearing my crown. You will be my slave, and believe me I shall enjoy ordering you around.