“An “angel” is anything that carries out a mission for God. This includes forces of nature. […] Photosynthesis? That’s an angel. Gravity? An angel. Magnetism? Angel. The Midrash in Bereishis Rabbah (chapter 1) says than an angel only performs one job. That job doesn’t have to be destroying Sodom; it could be peristalsis, centripetal force or condensation.”

In these bruising days, any delicately made thing quickens the heart.

“Love is holy because it is like grace — the worthiness of its object is never really what matters.”

“So come here. Let me love those bruises out of you. We’ll love like children with a box of bandages- we won’t ask where it hurts. We’ll just kiss all of it.”

“—here you were: to be loved. To be loved, baby, hard, at once, and for ever, to strengthen you against the loveless world.”