It's still magic even if you know how it's done.

Love is the falcon’s flight over your sands. Because for him, you are a green field, from which he always returns with game. He knows your rocks, your dunes, and your mountains, and you are generous to him.

She would roll up her sleeves and dispense with sentimentality, and do whatever blood-soaked, bad-smelling thing had to be done. She would become adept with axes.

There&#39;s enormous energy required to carry grudges - enormous energy! And I&#39;m getting too old to expend my energy that way, cause I think every person has a limited amount of energy. So I have given up all grudges.

Written By Ed Koch

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