But I also say this: that light is an invitation to happiness, and that happiness, when it's done right, is a kind of holiness, palpable and redemptive.

...there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do -- determined to save the only life you could save.

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began.

And there you are on the shore, fitful and thoughtful, trying to attach them to an idea — some news of your own life. But the lilies are slippery and wild—they are devoid of meaning, they are simply doing, from the deepest spurs of their being, what they are impelled to do every summer. And so, dear sorrow, are you.

The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees - to learn something by being nothing

To find a new word that is accurate and different, you have to be alert for it.

Also I wanted to be able to love And we all know how that one goes, don't we? Slowly