“The world was incomprehensibly intricate, and yet this forest made a simple sense in her heart that she felt nowhere else. [S]he wanted only her own strawberry farm, the fragrance of the fields and the cedar trees, and to live simply in this place forever. [S]he had fallen into loving him long before she knew herself, though it occurred to her now that she might never know herself, that perhaps no one ever does, that such a thing might not be possible. [Y]ou should learn to say nothing that will cause you regret. You should not say what is not in your heart -- or what is only in your heart for a moment. But you know this -- silence is better.”