“How could my heart be so wrong?""Because it was such a young heart.”
“And so this young one, this young one whom I had so loved, I had to forsake, no matter how broken my heart, no matter how lonely my soul, no matter how bruised my intellect and spirit.”
“How could a man with so much heart die from a heart attack?”
“But he was wrong. Because I had fought with my heart and defeated it long ago. I was certainly not going to become passionate about something that was impossible. I knew my limits; I knew how much suffering i could bear.”
“I needed a whole heart once in my life. Is that so wrong?”
“I kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.”