I feel that I an everything to her.

Love you..." Henry-" Always..." Oh God oh God-" World enough..." No!" And time..." Henry!

Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?

But you make me happy. It's living up to being happy that's the difficult part.

There was only the cemetery itself, spread out in the moonlight like a soft grey hallucination, a stony wilderness of Victorian melancholy.

He had never realized, while Elspeth was alive, the extent to which a thing had not completely happened until he told her about it.

I wanted someone to love who would stay: stay and be there, always.