Some words were like that. Whole lives attached to them. Ghosts and lives and ecstasy and sorrow.

If I can live through this, he thought, I can live through anything. If I can live through this, I WILL live through anything.

Live as if you have faith,” she said, “and faith shall be given to you.

You will find a way to live without me. You will find a way to live for both of us,' Alexander said to Tatiana as the swelling Kama River flowed from the Ural Mountains through a pine village named Lazarevo, once when they were in love, and young.

They had no past. They had no future. They just were.

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.

You have to keep your audience in your mind; if you're writing stuff that you know nobody's going to care about then you should rethink what you're doing!