“Dawns in the dormitory had a suspicious resemblance to happiness.”

“Your Plan and the stuff that comes out of my asshole bear a suspicious resemblance to each other.”

“it was dawning on me how uphill a poet's path was, and I confessed to her that if I had to be the choice between being happy or being a poet, I'd choose to be happy.”

“How perfectly whimsical. I expect we’ll be roasting marshmallows over the fireplace and singing happy sing-alongs round about midnight, yes? Perhaps someone could point me in the direction of the dormitories.”

“All my joys resemble more a momentary intoxication than the real gold of happiness. It was all but an illusion.”

“If such a thing called happiness exists in this world, it should be something which resembles the limitless nothingness. Nihility is having nothing and having nothing to lose. If that isn't "happiness", then what is?”