And now you'll be telling stories of my coming back and they won't be false, and they won't be true but they'll be real

I know many lives worth living.

Why should I not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside, looking into the shining world?

Why I Wake Early Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who made the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the windows of, even, the miserable and the crotchety – best preacher that ever was, dear star, that just happens to be where you are in the universe to keep us from ever-darkness, to ease us with warm touching, to hold us in the great hands of light – good morning, good morning, good morning. Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.

Attention without feeling is only a report.

Who do you want to be in your one wild and precious life?

The stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own.