“Paris, on the other hand, looked exactly as it was supposed to look. It wore its heart on its sleeve, and the strange thing was that the heart it wore so openly was in other ways so closed-mysterious, uninviting.”
“Sometimes I wore a fringe so deep it obscured the way ahead. This hardly mattered. There were always others to look where I was going.”
“He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the good place, and a heart-shaped leaf lay trapped in the hollow if his throat as though it were planned, though of course it was so perfect it couldn't have been planned.”
“It was to him a very strange and perplexing place, where people wore fine clothes and had hard hearts.”
“So long as we imagine it is we who have to look for God, we must often lose heart. But it is the other way about – He is looking for us.”
“Here was a man who wore his scars on the outside and held a merry heart within. How much better that was than its opposite.”