"I can`t love one person above all. Some things are bigger than just one heart, but that doesn`t mean a heart can`t love completely!"
"If you had let me, Elia, I would`ve given everything I am to you. That`s all I`ve I`ve ever wanted: to be something that matters most of all for just one person."
"I can`t," she whispered. "I can`t leave everything for you, I can`t... pick only you. I won`t! I love you and I love Innis Lear, and if I must choose to put Innis Lear first it does not mean you don`t matter to me, Ban Errigal. We`re people, not saints, not stars; we have to move in some kind of structure. I can, and will, pick you and the island, you and my father, but I can`t put you always before—"
Ban felt himself fal laway from her. "Stop," he said. "I know you can`t. I know it. No one ever has."
"Ban, that is an impossible thing you ask! I cannot separate your well-being from that of Innis Lear, or that of my father! It is all connected!"
"No, it isn`t." His chest hurt, his eyes burned. "I know because Regan and Connley will always choose each other. Your father chose your mother, and then when she died he chose you. Over the island!"
"And look at what a disaster it was!" she cried, throwing out her arms. "No one thing alone keeps Innis Lear alive or its heart beating! That is not love! That is selfishness. That is pretending we are all only one thing. Only a star, only a woman, only a bastard. You`re more than that, and I am, too: woman and daughter of a foreign queen and a star priest. I`m all of that. Take one piece away and the rest shifts and the rest shifts and changes, just like... just like this island, or any land. If the stars are crying and lonely, the tide doesn`t rise and the trees cannot speak! Of if the trees are all we hear, then there is no future or heaven in our dreams!"