She was such a solitary woman. A solitary woman who longed for one person to know her. I think I do know her now, but it is too late.

Lonely cries, and she was lonely, not for friends but for a time that hadn't been violated.

I discover that grief means living with someone who is no longer there.

Zel so often put himself outside of where he wanted to be and then looked in dumbly through the window of his longing, hurt and beaten and knowing that he had hurt and beaten himself but still he did it, over and over.