"I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don’t have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow all over you. This is where I disagree with the philosophers. They talk about passionate things but there is no passion in them. Never talk happiness with a philosopher".

I'm not reading this out of love of the art, I'm trying to pass a class. Having said that, in the midst of a lot that i don't necessarily love about the book, this excerpt stuck with me. I felt it held so much truth. It got me thinking about my own hapinness (a very adult thing to do, huh?)