"What was the happiest moment of your life?"
"Any time I wake up and nothing hurts."
"Julia Child would have been 101 last week. I celebrate her birthday every year. This year I cooked some smoky eggplant soup, and ate it in Central Park."
"Were you alone?"
"Of course. I love to be alone. I’m fabulous."
This is what I picture the inside of my soul looking like. Salmon espadrilles, that shirt, the love of Julia Child, and the acknowledgement that I am fabulous. I love this man.
This man became very animated while discussing his ideas on happiness. He extended the index finger of each hand, and brought them very close together, as pictured: “Babies are happy with this much,” he said. “All they need is one ounce of milk.” Then he started to slowly widen the space between his fingers, until they were very far apart: “Adults,” he said, “are not even happy with this much.”
He pulled his fingers close together again: “You only need this to be happy,” he said.
Then he pulled them far apart again: “You do not need this.”