“I look all-woman on the outside, but inside I’m empty. Dead. A vast space of nothingness.”
“There's a space in me. It's a dead space. I know that, because I can't feel anything. But that's what hurts, the nothingness. It's agony.”
“Inside skull vast as outside skull”
“I imagine that's what being full-dead is like. And emptiness vast and absolute.”
“All my life, I've been trying to fill an emptiness inside. But that emptiness...I've built myself around it. Filling it in would be like filling in the empty space within a cathedral.”
“The emptiness is so intense, that anything which enters it leaves a trace, something of it remains in space: in the silence, in the whiteness, nothingness becomes peopled, too.”