آموخت که آدم به غیبت عادت می­کند و این عادت به نبودن عزیزان از نبودنشان ناگوارتر است.

“...the cooing of pigeons, nesting in the wall outside; shimmering and unexpecte…”

“We need, between us and the fish which, if we saw it for the first time cooked …”

“Now are the woods all black,But still the sky is blue.”

“For often I have wished to see a person again without realising that it was sim…”