" Once, I saw a bee drown in honey, and I understood. "

" Her chief concern was that no one, not even her mother, should know what she was like inside. Because maybe to adults the turmoil of uncertainties, extravagant glooms, and sudden blisses, might present some kind of pattern or map, so that they could say, “Ah, so that’s the real Abigail, is it?” The thought of such trespass made her stomach turn over. "