“Why do people spend their time being sad when they could be happy?”
“I notice the silvery hair at his temples with a tinge of sadness. Why do parents grow old? Life is a castle of lies slowly dismantled by the passage of time. I regret not spending more time looking at the people I love.”
“Why are people born? Why do they die? Why do they want to spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches?”
“Being sad with the right people is better than being happy with the wrong ones.”
“Spending time being can be just as, if not more, fulfilling as spending time doing.”
“Because I was more often happy for other people, I got to spend more time being happy. And as I saw more light in everybody else, I seemed to have more myself. (250)”