“I sighed. "What is life but fleeting moments of happiness strung together on necklace of despair?”

“This is what happiness is, past the rubbish of its overuse as a word, past the cracked gloss of the letters that mean nothing when strung together. They mean something now, and I know what it's like when you and someone else are right together. How simple is is, and how amazing.”

“So I guess what I am trying to say is life is fast. And it keeps speeding up. Sometimes I lose track of the season -- or even the year. And we just have to make the best of it all. Our choices. Our fleeting moments together.”

“Each life unfulfilled, you see;It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy.”

“Life has to be a little nuts sometimes. Otherwise it's just a bunch of Thursdays strung together.”

“For what it's worth, I think happiness is a fleeting condition, not a permanent state of goddamn mind. I've learned that if you chase after moments of bliss here and there, sometimes those moments will sustain you through the shit.”