Oblivion seemed the only reasonable option.

All she had needed was the certainty of his love, and his reassurance that there was no hurry when a lifetime lay ahead of them.

He saw that no one owned anything really. It's all rented, or borrowed. Our possessions will outlast us, we'll desert them in the end.

She lay in the dark and knew everything.

Let his name be cleared and everyone else adjust their thinking. He had put in time, now they must do the work. His business was simple. Find Cecilia and love her, marry her and live without shame.

I'm delighted when people respond with passion and readily intensity to my work. Literature is not as the economist would put it a positional good; in other words, there is infinite space for good literature.

...falling in love could be achieved in a single word—a glance.