“Sailing to an island unknownFailing to find your way homeyou walk under a sealeagues beneath us”

“I think that’s a mercy of this island, actually, that it won’t give us our terrible memories for long, but let us keep the good ones for as long as we want them.”

“Again and Again, however, we know the language of love, and the little churchyard with its lamenting names and the staggeringly secret abyss in which others find their end: again and again the two of us go out under the ancient trees, make our bed again and again between the flowers, face to face with the skies”

“One thousand ways to say good-byeOne thousands ways to cryOne thousand ways to hang your hat before you go outsideI say good-bye good-bye good-byeI shout it out so loudCause the next time that I find my voice I might not remember how.”

“Persephone said, “What an unpleasant young man.”Calla let the curtains drift shut. She remarked, “I got his license plate number.”“I hope he never finds what he’s looking for,” Maura said.Retrieving her two cards from the table, Persephone said, a little regretfully, “He’s trying awfully hard. I rather think he’ll find something.”Maura whirled toward Blue. “Blue, if you ever see that man again, you just walk the other way.”“No,” Calla corrected. “Kick him in the nuts. Then run the other way.”

“Maura whirled towards Blue. "Blue, if you ever see that man again, you just walk the other way.""No," Calla corrected. "Kick him in the nuts. Then run the other way.”

“Happiness isn't something this island yields easily; the ground is too rocky and the sun too sparse for it to flourish.”