“The burnt-off connectors and shadows where Ravan once filled my spaces— those, I think, are the sensations of grief.”

“Every men are born with the empty space where have to be brains. Need smart woman to fill this emtyness."Sorry, it might be bad translation. but I did my best ;)So, what do think about it?”

“those moments where you stare into a blank space just thinking how useless of a creature you are and that youd LIKE TO CUT YOUR head off so everyone would be happy.........”

“I still think of myself as a house. Ravan tried to fix this problem of self-image, as he called it. To teach me to phrase my communication in terms of a human body. To say: let us hold hands instead of let us hold kitchens. To say put our heads together and not put our parlors together.But it is not as simple as replacing words anymore. Ravan is gone. My hearth is broken.”

“I am entirely alone. I and my shadow fill the universe.”

“I once read the sentence 'I lay awake all night with a toothache, thinking about the toothache an about lying awake.' That's true to life. Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery's shadow or reflection: the fact that you don't merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.”