Like a hundred disillusioned hedge fund managers contemplating ending it all over the Golden Gate Bridge:

And to think, all in my back garden.

When Lily Briscoe (in To the Lighthouse) paints her picture, she must "be on a level with ordinary experience, to feel simply that's a chair, that's a table, and yet at the same time, It's a miracle, it's an ecstacy."

Probably my favorite passage.