His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.
The Lake of Dreams grew gradually, over many years, elements and ideas accruing until they gained enough critical mass to become a novel.
After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?
A moment might be a thousand different things.
She saw herself moving through another life, an exotic, difficult, satisfying life.
...so young, so lonely and naive, that she imagined herself as some sort of vessel to be filled up with love. But it wasn't like that. The love was within her all the time and its only renewal came from giving it away.