“...the heart is an organ of fire.”
“There is no God, but I hope someone watches over you. New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire. Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again.”
“There are betrayals in war that are childlike compared with our human betrayals during peace. The new lovers enter the habits of the other. Things are smashed, revealed in a new light. This is done with nervous or tender sentences, although the heart is an organ of fire.”
“The heart is an organ of perception.”
“She hated having a heart. It was just an organ, she knew. An organ of the human body. Hearts didn't have really break. Emotion lay in the soul.”
“...the heart's not an organ but a whisper in your head ...”