“They were beautiful nothings”
“The root of things, what they were all afraid of saying, was that happiness is dirt cheap. You can have it for nothing. Beauty.”
“Were they beautiful? We were all beautiful. We were in our twenties.”
“Why did people assume that the beautiful among them needed nothing but their beauty to bring them happiness? That behind the beauty there was nothing but an empty shell, insensitive shell?”
“Nothing is beautiful and true.”
“the beauty of doing nothing”