“My religion is euphoria.”
“There is a terrible sameness to the euphoria of alcohol and the euphoria of metaphor.”
“I’m immune to euphoria.”
“My head was a condemned church with a ceiling of bats, but I swung from this dark mood to euphoria when I thought about leaving.”
“My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.”
“It was what remained to a relationship after the first euphoria of the romance had faded.”