I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

I don't think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?

Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with happiness?

It's so hard to express yourself.'
I understand this.'
I want to express myself.'
The same is true for me.'
I'm looking for my voice.'
It's in your mouth.'
I want to do something I'm not ashamed of.'
Something you are proud of, yes?'
Not even. I just don't want to be ashamed.