I put my hand on my chest and closed my eyes. I have a dinosaur heart, cold, massive, indestructible, a thick meaty red. And I have a glass heart, tiny and pink, that can be shattered. The glass heart belongs to Pollux. There was a ping. To my surprise, it had developed a minute crack, nearly invisible. But it was there, and it hurt.

The heart is an infinity of massive chains, chaining little handfuls of air.

A big heart can be filled with very little.

Om is the bow, the arrow is soul,

The heart is a fist. It pockets prayer or holds rage.

The pencil-stroke is like cutting into the heart.

I — my heart — a gaping heart, enthroned in a radiance of blood. It is mine, it is ours. The heart — that wound which we have. I have compassion on myself.

Un corazón grande se llena con muy poco.

My heart is a little larger than the entire universe.

Suffering for a being deepens the heart within the heart. (p52)

A heart can hold a heart-full of anything.

Her heart was a passion-flower, bearing within it the crown of thorns and the cross of Christ.

Dr Torrent-Guasp... formalized this description by indicating that the heart looked like a "rope"... [in] three parts: a beginning and an end at the and ; a wraparound loop called a basal loop; and... a helix that he called the apical loop. ...He described a [billion year old] worm... with a vascular tube... like a rope, with a venous and an arterial system. ...[F]ish evolved to show the first generation of a heart, containing a single pumping chamber, and included gills... [Next] the amphibian and the reptile appeared, in which we observe an atrium and a ventricle. Each chamber was separated by an atrial and ventricular septal defect. Human beings developed... [later] and both the atrial defect and the ventricular defect are closed.

I cut a hole in my heart and wrote with the blood.