“What is it that ties shapes of land to the human heart, Mo?”
“He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love.”
“Mo Nighean donn," he whispered," mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart."Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.”
“Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.”
“A gentle heart is tied with an easy thread.”
“Ang great love mo, hindi mo makakatuluyan. Ang makakatuluyan mo ay yung correct love.”