The pieces I chose were based on one thing only — a gasp of delight. Isn’t that the only way to curate a life? - Maira Kalman

Isn't that the only way to curate a life? To live among things that make you gasp with delight?

"The man stands behind the man.
The seated man thinks,
"For heaven's sake, stop standing behind me.
You are driving me mad. It is February and it is impossible.
Someone has thrown onion skins all over the stairwell. Now I will have to clean them up - though I love to sweep. But still, it is disgusting."
But all he says is "I have to go soon."
Why can't people tell the truth?
It is impossible not to lie.
It is February and not lying is impossible."

Oh, Tocqueville, you're the man.

Isn't that the only way to curate a life? To live among things that make you gasp with delight?