The nights are clear but suffused with sloth and sullen expectation. - Arundhati Roy

Was it possible to live outside language? Naturally this question did not address itself to her in words, or as a single lucid sentence. It addressed itself to her as a soundless, embryonic howl.

Who can know from the word goodbye what kind of parting is in store for us.

They looked at each other. They weren't thinking anymore. The time for that had come and gone. Smashed smiles lay ahead of them. But that would be later. Lay Ter.