Jealousy Is All The Fun

What Was Time But A Convention, A Habit Of Mind, A Custom Of Dress?

It Is The City Of Mirrors, The City Of Mirages, At Once Solid And Liquid, At Once Air And Stone.

Love Gives Without Taking

Without The Gods, How Would I Sing?' I Asked. With Your Own Voice,' He Said.

The Stones Themselves Are Thick With History, And Those Cats That Dash Through The Alleyways Must Surely Be The Ghosts Of The Famous Dead In Feline Disguise.