“Do you know a cure for me?""Why yes," he said, "I know a cure for everything. Salt water.""Salt water?" I asked him."Yes," he said, "in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea.”
“The cure for anything is salt water — sweat, tears, or the salt sea.”
“The man was right who said that salt water was a cure for everything...in one of three forms, tears, sweat, or the sea.”
“I was certain t find the familiar sting of salt, but what I needed to know was what kind: kitchen, sweat, tears or the sea.”
“the water of the lagoon was warm as blood, salt as tears, and astonishingly clear”
“He is so beautiful that he makes a part of my soul weep. I don't understand those tears. They aren't like the ones I cry for Alina. They aren't made of water and salt. I think they're made of blood.”