"Alexander, were you looking for me?" "All my life."
When I was growing up, 'Anna Karenina' was one of my favourite books.
I wish I could spend six years writing one novel.
We can’t forget that I owe you my life.” She gazed at him. “We can’t forget that I belong to you.” “I like that sound of that,” Alexander said, hugging her tighter.
Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.
Oh Alexander," she said, "what do you want from me..." "Everything!" he whispered fiercely.