It’s hard, in America, not to equate ‘happiness’ with ‘things’.

Some people are as fragile as butterflies and sensitive and it’s your responsibility not to destroy them. Just because you can

Such things as anguish, woe, affliction, guilt, feelings of awfulness, and utter wretchedness, the bread and butter of Days of Yore and Russians, sadly have very little staying power in these lickety-split Modern Times.

…how monstrous the people you loved could be.

In America, people of a certain age ask, 'Where were you when Kennedy was shot?' In my house you were more likely to be asked, 'Where were you when you first read 'The Catcher In The Rye?

It’s hard, in America, not to equate ‘happiness’ with ‘things’.

Freak the ferocious out.