“Talking nonsense, I called your name like a chant, over and over. I wont forget you, your voice or your many faces; they're spun into my heart.”
“All over the sky a sacred voice is calling your name.”
“So when your hopes on fire,But you know your desire,Don't hold a glass over the flame,Don't let your heart grow cold, I will call you by name, I will share your road.”
“Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.”
“Your name?” I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered.“Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me”
“I'm hideous""You could never be hideous""Forget it" I wanted this conversation over."I can't forget it," Gran said, not giving up so easily. "I don't like to hear you talk about yourself that way. Your scars do not define you, young lady. Your action do.”