“I’ve been thanking God for fear.”
“You have?”
‘This winter. One afternoon the bus was late with the children. My imagination was like a storm. I stood at the road, and I couldn’t get rid of all the terrible pictures. So I started thanking God for this fear, because it meant I love them so much. The sun was shining on the snow and pines, and I stood down there, thinking of what it would be like not to have that fear; not to love anyone so much you couldn’t imagine living on the earth without them […] I looked at all that beauty around me and I was grateful. I was still afraid, but the worst of it went out of me.”
— Andre Dubus, “Out of the Snow”, Dancing After Hours


















