“That was the way love was, she guessed-it left you always unsteady on your feet.”

“So, I guess people figure it's not as hard to lose your mother when you never got along anyway. But they're wrong. They're dead wrong. It's always hard to lose your mother. Always. If you loved her, if you hated her. If she smothered you, if she ignored you. It doesn't matter. She's your mother. Your mother. That's just a very tough bond to break.”

“Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.”

“People love what they're used to, I guess.""No." You shook your head. "People should love what needs loving. That way they can save it.”

“Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?”

“I guess all that's left is to love the fire.”