Living, loving, being natural or sincere—all these are spontaneous forms of behavior: they happen "of themselves" like digesting food or growing hair. As soon as they are forced they acquire that unnatural, contrived, and phony atmosphere which everyone deplores—weak and scentless like forced flowers and tasteless like forced fruit. Life and love generate effort, but effort will not generate them. Faith—in life, in other people, and in oneself—is the attitude of allowing the spontaneous to be spontaneous, in its own way and in its own time.

"It was just one of those things," I said, "You know, that just happen. You don't think or plan. You just do it."

It was just so wild because once I settled into the ‘let’s just see, let’s just have fun,’ everything that was already inside of me, that was already purposed inside of me, came out.

I want to do something spontaneous, like combust.

Spontaneous eloquence seems to me a miracle.

Spontaneity means option, the freedom to choose and express one's feelings from the assortment available.

Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow.

I certainly had the great bounty of drawing on my own experience, becoming a new biological parent, and that was quite natural.

How wild it was to let it be

Hospitality should be accidental, spontaneous, and impulsive, not pre-arranged and calculated.

I had to go outside. I had to let the element of chance in.

It's a liberation to know that an act of spontaneous courage is yet possible in this world. An act that has something of unconditional beauty.

The future [...] looks bright, if only we learn to accept the spontaneous character of the underlying public discourse without venturing to “show it the way” and without succumbing to still another pretense of knowledge.

To me, anything goes. But that's me.