“You have not traveled enough," she said. "Or you'd know that every journeymakes its own map across your heart.”
“Every heart has its own melody," he said. "You know mine.”
“every man has a map in his heart of his own country and that the heart will never allow you to forget this map. (p. 18)”
“Once traveling, it's remarkable how quickly faith erodes. It starts to look like something else - ignorance, for example...Sure it's weak, but sometimes you'd rather just have a map.”
“I know," she said. "You have a stone in your heart, and some days it's so heavy there is nothing to be done. But you don't have to be alone for it. You should have come to me. I understand.”
“Do you own anything not pink?" "I have a purple razor if you'd rather." "Please." She pulled out a darker pink one. "That's not purple," Talon said. "It's pink too.”