I cannot explain the force which pulled me to him. His sudden entrance into my empty life had awakened something very simple and very human in me. I was wondering and wishing and hoping like a fool with the rest of them. I had come undone by the magic. I wanted to believe. I wanted to chase after something vain and stupid. I wanted to forget everything.

I wondered if my enemy could feel someone walking over his grave.No reason for him to worry, though. I was only preparing it for him.

But sometimes a bad thing in good hands is not a bad thing anymore.

Being light and ignorant seemed so easy compared to being heavy with terrible knowledge and immeasurable conviction. But I suppose someone must bear the agonizing weight of vision if the world is ever to change.Someone has got to see the bigger picture.

The idea of being dead was so very entertaining I found no good reason to move or think about my surroundings for a long while. Being dead would be convenient and easy and certainly a nice break from being human, which was often worse than sleeping in the dirt as a corpse.

I remember every good thing that dies.

Life is notoriously unfair and very funny for those who are mad enough to laugh.

I suppose he always knew I would watch him and never judge him. I possessed within me that patient and gentle willingness all men so desire in a woman. I did whatever he told me to do without question. When I had nothing to do, I simply was there to be a cool and understanding presence who never threatened his need for control and perfection. I was the ideal woman.And even the ideal woman lies, you know.

Tell them Cinderella has risen from the grave and is off to the ball with a dreadful surprise for the prince.