“I have a hole where my heart should be, she thought, and nowhere else to go.”
“I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in . . . but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.”
“You take the breath right out of meYou left a hole where my heart should be”
“I have been driven many times to my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go.”
“But the hole you left behind exists in every room, every chamber of my heart, every corner where we walked together. The hole is like a mirror into another mirror, giving endless form to the holes left in my life. I relive them all, simultaneously, and I have to go to bed for a day.”
“You see, she had absolutely nowhere else to go.”