It is so self-conscious, so apparently moral, simply to step aside from the gaps where the creeks and winds pour down, saying, I never merited this grace, quite rightly, and then to sulk along the rest of your days on the edge of rage. I won’t have it. The world is wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous and bitter, more extravagant and bright.
[Annie Dillard]

My mom, just now: “I could eat the same thing every day. Granola with two cups of coffee for breakfast. And then cheese and crackers.” [Pause.] “I kind of do eat the same thing every day, so what is this ‘I could’?” [Ascends staircase out of view. Redescends, leaning on banister and sticking just her head around the corner to make eye contact.] “I always think, ‘What do I want to eat now?’ and then I think, ‘Oh right. I like cheese and crackers.’” [Re-ascends staircase, grinning.]