" She was in love. Hopelessly, helplessly, tenderly, in love with the world. A sob formed in Armaiti’s throat as she lay on her couch, the weak afternoon light pouring in through the large windows. What she had believed was indignation or rage or a deep intolerance for injustice came down to this: she was irreducibly in love with this bewitching planet, this thrilling life, this heartbreaking species she belonged to, with its capacity for stupefying destruction and breathtaking magnanimity. It all astonished her—the vivid greens, the searing blue of the sky, the splendor of the ocean, the pockmarked perfection of the moon, the stunning grandeur of her own backyard. "

― Thrity Umrigar , The World We Found