“If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.”
“If happiness is the absence of fever then I will never know happiness. For I am posessed by a fever for knowledge, experience and creation.”
“I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.”
“To buy a cake... to howl at the moon... to know true happiness... I am happy.”
“When am I happy and when am I sad and what is the difference? What do I need to know to stay alive? What is true in the world?”
“I find no importance in showing others that I am happy; it's not important to me that they know or think that I am happy but what is important to me is that I am happy. I am interested in being happy, not in making others think or know that I am.”