“I loved him," Muire said. "We were in love." As if that were enough.”

“Even if I thought he as perfect for her." She turned to face him. "What were we thinking?""We weren't," he said. "We were in love.”

“Of course, I love you,' the flower said to him. 'If you were not aware of it, it was my fault.”

“If I truly loved him, she said, I would let him go. I wish I loved him enough.”

“Somewhere in the heart of experience there is an order and a coherence which we might purprise if we were attentive enough, loving enough, or patient enough.”

“He loved him enough to want to die for hurting him, loved him enough to kill himself slowly for fear of losing him, loved him enough to suffer silently if he thought it was in Boyd's interest. Sin loved Boyd enough to make difficult decisions easily, as if there were no contest; he went toward Boyd as if he hadn't even considered any other choices.”