Would you go to paradise if it meant knowing no one? Would you give up everything you had ever known? The Camp, Of Beetles and Angels: A Boy's Remarkable Journey From a Refugee Camp to Harvard p. 11.

For even the most horrifying memories are you; they are yours and no on else's. Coming to America, Of Beetles and Angels: A Boy's Remarkable Journey From a Refugee Camp to Harvard p. 17.

People always mistreated the angels, my father said, because the angels never looked like angels. They were always disguised as the lowliest of beetles; beggars, vagrants, and misfits. God's Angels, Of Beetles and Angels: A Boy's Remarkable Journey From a Refugee Camp to Harvard p. 30.

For we knew the exchange of gifts blesses the giver even more than the receiver. God's Angels, Of Beetles and Angels: A Boy's Remarkable Journey From a Refugee Camp to Harvard p. 30.

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