My Ántonia by Willa Cather
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
“I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.”
I'm glad that I didn't read this when I was young. I doubt I would have appreciated it to the degree it deserves. Utterly lyrical and wise at the same time. How did she do that?