And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.

I'm a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

I don't know what good it is to know so much and be smart as whips and all if it doesn't make you happy.

Oh, God, if I'm anything by a clinical name, I'm a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I think people are plotting to make me happy.

I felt so damn happy all of sudden, the way old Phoebe kept going around and around. I was damn near bawling, I felt so damn happy, if you want to know the truth. I don't know why. It was just that she looked so damn nice, the way she kept going around and around, in her blue coat and all. God, I wish you could've been there.