The lives of happy people are dense with their own doings — crowded, active, thick. […] But the sorrowing are nomads, on a plain with few landmarks and no boundaries; sorrow’s horizons are vague and its demands are few.

Larry McMurtry (b. 1936) American novelist, essayist, bookseller, screenwriter

Some Can Whistle, pt. 4, ch. 9 (1989)