She has the gift of accepting her life.

We are all #humans and we all make #mistakes. We #hurt people even if we don't want to.

And yet he had loved her. A Bookish girl heedless of her beauty, unconscious of her effect. She'd been prepared to live her life alone but from the moment he'd known her he'd needed her.

Try to remember it always," he said once Gogol had reached him, leading him slowly back across the breakwater, to where his mother and Sonia stood waiting. "Remember that you and I made this journey together to a place where there was nowhere left to go.

Amid the gray, an incongruous band of daytime blue asserts itself. To the west, a pink sun already begins its descent. The effect is of three isolated aspects, distinct phases of the day. All of it, strewn across the horizon, is contained in his vision.

When I sit down to write, I don't think about writing about an idea or a given message. I just try to write a story which is hard enough.

That's what books are for... to travel without moving an inch.