In a world of sorrow, love was an act of will. All you needed were the right ingredients.

“Perhaps what people said was true, that any man who lived long enough would eve…”

“What people called the truth seemed worthless to her; what was it but a furtive…”

“She was so busy forgetting, she couldn't take a single step into the future.”

“Others said May was best, that sweet green time when lilacs bloomed and gardens…”