But there is one part of this that hurts. The carefree, normal part. The part of me that was lost when we first moved and that I'll never get back.

I found that old Solomon proved it fair, That a big-belly'd bottle's a cure for all care.

Some people wish they were as happy as or happy like some people think they are.

Yimello,' said Bernard finally, breaking the silence.'Gesundheit?' I asked.'It's a name for one of the colors that's invisible to us. Yimello,' said Bernard. 'There could also be glowl and novaly and replitz.''Yes.' I nodded, stunned the kid could actually string together so many words at once. 'And, uh, don't forget the beautiful grynn, the luminous dulloff, or the subtle winooze.'Bernard's face lit up. He stood and started pacing the room, speaking quickly. 'Or salty, and insomnia, and carefree, and talkative, and lonely, and burnt, and punctual.''Some of my favorite colors,' I agreed, nodding. 'We could paint this room whisper. Or zigzag. Or maybe a nice shade of ignored and invisible.

Whatever condition we are in, we must always do what we want to do, and if we want to go on a journey, then we must do so and not worry about our condition, even if it's the worst possible condition, because, if it is, we're finished anyway, whether we go on the journey or not, and it's better to die having made the journey we're been longing for than to be stifled by our longing.

Anyway, I think the two of you should be free to do whatever you want right now. When you're young, you think the only way to happiness is the hard road... But it's actually much simpler than that.

What happens when I love, you ask, does the world start making sense? No, my dear, it does not. But it won’t matter to you then.

We can't control what others thinkWe might as well go ahead and live.

... Ancient days of sorrowancient days of pain-heartaches of the pastslowly began to wane ...(from gleaning granules).

I thought she would be fun to have fun with.