Today again I am hardly myself. It happens over and over.
Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
I believe in kindness. Also in mischief.
To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.