Death is just the last scene of the last act.

Dear girl! Life is addictive. Yet we must live.

A lot of widows feel that they have betrayed their spouse by continuing to live. It's deranged thinking. I know that, but that doesn't stop you feeling it.

That's how a thing starts out real then ends up just an idea.

Love commingled with hate is more powerful than love. Or hate.

And what is 'art'? - a firestorm rushing through Time, arising from no visible source and conforming to no principles of logic or causality.

To be true to life, a novel must have an ending that is inevitable given the specific personalities of the characters involved. The novelist must not impose an ending upon them.