I find myself suddenly hijacked, bowled over, sprung upon by a brilliant light happiness, the equivalent, moodwise, of the yellow at the very center of a full-blown dandelion. These moments catch me, and I feel held in them momentarily, endlessly. They pass, and the normal strains and problems are still there. But just for a moment, now and again, I feel as though I have been mugged by Joy.

This feeling comes back: I got jumped by it a few weeks back, if you can get jumped by something as thick and deep amber as honey. I thought: It's so good to have you back; will you stay with me a little while? But Joy needs to get around, to be spread. We shouldn't be jealous or possessive. Let this moment happen, it said; don't ask it to wait until you've got time for it, but don't try to hold on to it either. It may need to get on along to the next person who's waiting.

— Molly Wolf, Angels and Dragons