Everybody's damaged by something.
Maybe if the empty space inside her was filled with love there'd be no room for sad and dark things.
Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.
Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.
The only really interesting thing iswhat happens between two people in a room.
When a small night-lamp alone illuminated our love-making, it became a very small, circular room which silently passed through nights humming with stars.
Durch die Eisenbahn wird Raum getötet, und es bleibt nur noch die Zeit übrig.