I wish I could spend six years writing one novel.

Awash in a flood of hostility and despair, they battled and railed and shattered their bodies on one another, unable to find one strand, one sobering swallow of solace.

He is just protective over me-” “Not protective, Tania. Consumed.

I don't want this life to end," said Alexander. "The good, the bad, the everything, the very old, to ever end.

And then, because she was Tatiana and because she couldn’t help herself, and because he wouldn’t have it any other way, she ran to him and was in his arms.

I love you. I'm blind for you, wild for you. Sick with you. I told you that our first night together when I asked you to marry me, I am telling you now. Everything that's happened to us, everything, is because I crossed the street for you. I worship you. You know that through and through.

Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.