Wishful Drinking

by Carrie Fisher

I decided to ride the lightning instead of extinguishing the light of life that had once shone out of my eyes.

an interviewer asked me if I was happy, and I said, “Among other things.”

It’s like I’m not properly insulated—so all the bad and the good ways that you and most of the people in adjacent neighborhoods and around the world feel—that pours directly into my system unchecked.

I heard someone say once that many of us only seem able to find heaven by backing away from hell. And while the place that I’ve arrived at in my life may not precisely be everyone’s idea of heavenly, I could swear sometimes—if I’m quiet enough—I can hear the angels sing.