“When December comes, you say you wish the holidays were already over and done with and well behind us, and I think you pretend to hate happiness in order to make yourself believe that, if your life seems an unhappy one, at least you’re the one who chose it. As if you wanted to pretend you had some control over your own unhappiness. As if you wanted to give the impression that, if your life was too hard, you wanted it that way, out of disgust with pleasure, out of a loathing for joy.” HappinessPleasureUnhappiness Book:Qui a tué mon père Source: Qui a tué mon père
“I'd gotten so used to seeing her unhappy at home that the joy on her face seemed scandalous to me, a deceit, a lie that had to be exposed as soon as possible.” HappinessChildhoodMotherhood Book:Combats et métamorphoses d'une femme Source: Combats et métamorphoses d'une femme