Grace is the fruit of gratitude.

Life is like a fondue: the best fruit ain__ the best till it__ been through some goo.

Uh, got into a fight with the kitchen or something?_ he asked, smirking. I ran my hands through my hair and felt remains of the fruit as I did and cringed. Well, this must be attractive. I motioned for him to come into the living room and shut the door behind him.__omething like that,_ I replied coolly. He walked past me and went to the kitchen, probably to get a better look. __ell, I see you won. The fruit won__ be going anywhere anytime soon. Maybe the apples. Those look like they need some more killing.

The fig tree grows its flowers strangely inside out, concealed within the soft interior of the fruit. Erszébet imagines the fig's hidden fairy weight of seeds, grown in sweetness that is also a darkness. Like treasure in a cave.

Laziness bears the fruit of hunger and crimes, and those who choose the right path are those willing to pay the price

God expects fruits from every calling, every talent and every gift