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“Love is like a small room where a child brings you to show you all their treasures. First the child shows you all the new toys that are bright and shiny and top of the line. But then she shows you all the stuff that has ended up at the bottom of the trunk. There are dolls with eyes that wobble, hair that is falling out of their heads, and dirt behind their ears. Their fingertips have been chewed off by dogs and they have been drawn on with ballpoint pen. It has been so long since they have been held or anyone has told them that they are lovely. They lie at the bottom of the toy chest, hidden and ashamed. You are either going to be disgusted by them, or you are going to be so filled with love for them that your heart almost breaks.”

“Sometimes I was afraid of love. It gave you the feeling you had when you were shoplifting and you were walking out of the store with something concealed under your jacket.”

“The bees. They are their own…They are not dumb beasts: they have their own mind… This is why they are spoken of so often in church, their obedience, their duty… But Lisbet knows what only those who tend to them know. That wilderness is the key to their success, that freedom sweetens their honey. That you cannot truly keep bees. You can only make them want to stay.”

“It isn’t fair to be the kind of creature who is able to love but unable to stay.”

“I lie in the sea and feel more lost than ever, because I’m not meant to be homesick, I’m not meant to long for the things I have always been so desperate to leave.”