I did love her. I've loved her from the first time I saw her.
He'd pushed her. He'd scared her. He'd besieged her. He'd vowed he wouldn't, and he did.
I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.
You forget your victories, but you remember the losses.
He wanted to take his love back from her so badly. The old techniques didn’t work anymore. In fact, they’d never worked. How do you stop loving someone? It was one of the world’s more brutal mysteries. The more you tried, the less it worked.
I do believe that characters in novels belong to their writers and their readers pretty equally. I've learned a lot of things about the characters I write from people who read about them. Readers expand them in ways I don't think of and take them to places I can't go.