" Love is such a waste! It’s a glass of water which is put in front of you at a party. Getting drunk, you’d reach for it, hoping it would do you good. But then you’d abuse it as an ashtray at three o'clock in the morning and the next time you would drink from it, it would only taste toxic and make you want to puke. "

― Sima B. Moussavian , As the moon began to rust