If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don't hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that's often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don't be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.

I very much wished not to be noticed, and to be left alone, and I sort of succeeded.

I believe in kindness. Also in mischief.

What can we do about God, who makes and then breaks every god-forsaken, beautiful day?

I read the way a person might swim, to save his or her life. I wrote that way too.

I don't know lots of things but I know this: next year when spring flows over the starting point I'll think I'm going to drown in the shimmering miles of it.

I know many lives worth living.