Why should we faint, and fear to live alone,
Since all alone, so Heaven has will‘d, we die? #thomashardy

Writing is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.

Now the books are arranged according to which character I believe ought to be talking to each other.

We live as we dream - alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.

Most of what matters in our lives takes place in our absence.