I’ve never touched the hard stuff, only smoked grass a few times with the boys to be polite, and that’s all, though ten is the age when the big guys come around teaching you all sorts to things. But happiness doesn’t mean much to me, I still think life is better. Happiness is a mean son of a bitch and needs to be put in his place. Him and me aren’t on the same team, and I’m cutting him dead. I’ve never gone in for politics, because somebody always stand to gain by it, but happiness is an even crummier racket, and their ought to be laws to put it out of business.
— Momo, Emile Ajar

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