She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth.

How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay , and the other, feathers.

Waste is Criminal.

We're lonely down here," he said. "It's true. But we're not alone.

It is far more painful to awake from a beautiful slumber and – in that brief period when the continuity of life is still lost to you – to reach across the bed for a hand that is not there.

...but her eyes had had too much in them and his heart way too little for things to keep going.