"...after a while, I had my face in my hands and was sobbing my guts out. I don't know how long I carried on like that, but even as the tears poured out of me, I was happy, happier to be alive than I had ever been before. It was a happiness beyond consolation, beyond misery, beyond all the ugliness and beauty of the world. Eventually, the tears subside, and I went into the bedroom to put on a fresh set of clothes."
Paul Auster (1947-). Oracle Night (2003). New York: Picador, 2004, p. 216