Shame on you. Don't tell me you've been married for an hour and you've already got eyes for another woman.

This is a wonderful day,— Anthony was muttering to himself. "A wonderful day." He looked up sharply at Gareth. "You don't have sisters, do you?""None," Gareth confirmed."I am in possession of four," Anthony said, tossing back at least a third of the contents of his glass. "Four. And now they're all off my hands. I'm done," he said, looking as if he might break into a jig at any moment. "I'm free.""You've daughters, don't you?" Gareth could not resist reminding him."Just one, and she's only three. I have years before I have to go through this again. If I'm lucky, she'll convert to Catholicism and become a nun.Gareth choked on his drink."It's good, isn't it?— Anthony said, looking at the bottle. "Aged twenty-four years.""I don't believe I've ever ingested anything quite so ancient," Gareth murmured.

To celebrate someone else's life, we need to find a way to look at it straight on, not from above with judgment or from below with envy.

Grace is the celebration of life, relentlessly hounding all the non-celebrants in the world. It is a floating, cosmic bash shouting its way through the streets of the universe, flinging the sweetness of its cassations to every window, pounding at every door in a hilarity beyond all liking and happening, until the prodigals come out at last and dance, and the elder brothers finally take their fingers out of their ears.