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“It's not easy to be friends with me, actually. Besides a chooser I am also a loner. Everytime I pushed them away they just gave me space and time and after all those breaks they keep coming back. They are ready for my "3 AM text" , they are ready for my "disregard", they are ready for my ups and downs, they are ready for my weirdness, for my moods, ready for my solitude....for years. They touched me in the way no other people did. They touched me in silence. Maybe I can live without them. But God has given them as a gift for my hapiness.”

“W ogóle mamy tendencję, by wspominać spektakularne wydarzenia. Jak pan się zastanowi, zorientuje się pan, że życie to także drobiazgi i to głównie one dodają całości smaku. Nieważne, co pan ma na talerzu, mięso, ser czy rybę (...), główne danie samo w sobie nie ma smaku. Wie pan, co ma smak? Przyprawy.”

“Happiness, a feeling of joy and delight, A sense of euphoria that takes flight. It's the thrill of adventure, and the rush of the unknown, The excitement of discovery, and the joy of making it home. It's the beauty of a sunrise, and the wonder of a starry night, The magic of a dream, and the thrill of taking flight. It's the sense of accomplishment and the pride of a job well done, The feeling of being alive and having fun”

“In the garden of life, where flowers bloom and grow, Contentment and happiness are the two most beautiful to show. They are the roses and lilies that fragrance the air, And bring joy to all who behold them, without a single care. So let us tend to this garden, with love and with care, And make sure that these two flowers are always there. For when they bloom and flourish, the world is a beautiful sight, And the riches of contentment and happiness shine with all their might.”

“Hesitantly, Grandfather, Douglas, and Tom peered through the large windowpane. And there, in the small warm pools of lamplight, you could see what Leo Auffmann wanted you to see. There sat Saul and Marshall, playing chess at the coffee table. In the dining room Rebecca was laying out the silver. Naomi was cutting paper-doll dresses. Ruth was painting water colors. Joseph was running his electric train. Through the kitchen door, Lena Auffmann was sliding a pot roast from the steaming oven. Every hand, every head, every mouth made a big or little motion. You could hear their faraway voices under the glass. You could hear someone singing in a high sweet voice. You could smell bread baking too, and you knew it was real bread that would soon be covered in real butter. Everything was there and it was working. Grandfather, Douglas, and Tom turned to look at Leo Auffmann, who gazed serenely through the window, the pink light on his cheeks. "Sure," he murmured," There it is." And he watched with now-gentle sorrow and now-quick delight, and at last quiet acceptance as all the bits and pieces of this house mixed, stirred, settled, poised, and ran steadily again. "The Happiness Machine," he said. "The Happiness Machine.”