“Getting older is a hard thing to explain to anyone who hasn’t done it yet, which I don’t mean in a patronizing way, just a true one: it’s a strange thing to be in a position to know so much about what you could have done differently with no way to redo any of it. (Time travel into the past is theoretically possible but unlikely, as you may know already.) I don’t mean regret, that’s not the same thing, and I don’t mean I wish I could go back and give advice to my younger self, because my younger self would find my current self unfathomable–not insufferable, I don’t think (I hope) but also not likely someone my younger self could ever imagine growing into, and I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise. For a long time anger was what kept me alive and that’s not a thing I regret either, but I’d like to live for joy, too, the most fragile imaginable platform for survival in the world we live in now. Other things I am learning slowly as I get older: patience, and faith. Waiting for the right books to come around again, the right teachers, the right lessons for the person I am still becoming.”