“Really? You say that? Even now. With all your sorrows.” “Oh. Well.” She smiled brightly, and with pleasure he saw for a second the woman she had been, still there inside her. “Sorrow is the price of love in a world where nothing lasts. Isn’t it?” He smiled back at her fondly. “Yes. Yes, I suppose it is.” “Without love and sorrow we’re just objects in space,” said Molly.
