Thank you," she whispered, "for keeping yourself alive, soldier." "You're welcome," he whispered back.

Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars.

When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street.

Tatiana had imagined her Alexander since she was a child, before she believed that someone like him was even possible. When she was a little girl, she dreamed of a fine world in which a good man walked its winding roads, perhaps somewhere in his wandering soul searching for her.

Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.

With my writing, because I live it, I have to be consumed by it, and that means you have to forget your other life, which is constantly pulling you from your work.

Everything comes at a price. Everthing in your life. The question you have to ask yourself is, what price are you willing to pay?