“But the queen--too long she has suffered the pain of love,hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood,consumed by the fire buried in her heart. [...]His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling--no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.”

“...She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.”

“Brigan was saying her name, and he was sending her a feeling. It was courage and strength, and something else too, as if he were standing with her, as if he'd taken her within himself, letting her rest her entire body for a moment on his backbone, her mind in his mind, her heart in the fire of his.The fire of Brigan's heart was astounding. Fire understood, and almost could not believe, that the feeling he was sending her was love.”

“If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces-- love her, love her, love her!”

“Vera incessu patuit dea.(The goddess indubitable was revealed in her step.)”

“So ran the speech. Burdened and sick at heart,He feigned hope in his look, and inwardlyContained his anguish. […]Aeneas, more than any, secretlyMourned for them all”

“Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces – and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper – love her, love her, love her!”