“Vast emptiness, nothing holy.”

“I saw the endless steppes, which, although they appeared to be nothing but desert, were, in fact, full of life, full of creatures hidden in the low scrub. I saw the flat horizon, the vast empty space, heard the sound of horses’ hooves, the quiet wind, and then, all around us, nothing, absolutely nothing. It was as if the world had chosen this place to display, at once, its vastness, its simplicity, and its complexity. It was as if we could—and should—become like the steppes—empty, infinite, and, at the same time, full of life.”

“Rehearsals and practice times by myself are like these little islands of 'Okay' in a vast sea of 'Holy Crap!”

“I imagine that's what being full-dead is like. And emptiness vast and absolute.”

“I look all-woman on the outside, but inside I’m empty. Dead. A vast space of nothingness.”

“I understand only that a vast void, an emptiness, is needing to be filled. O the things we grasp at.”