“Do you think a woman who collects art like this is the happiest woman?” Phoebe asks. “Or the least happy?” “The question presumes that we can be happy,” Gary says. “Can we not?” “I think we talk about happiness all wrong. As if it’s this fixed state we’re going to reach. Like we’ll just be able to live there, forever. But that’s not my experience with happiness. For me, it comes and goes. It shows up and then disappears like a bubble.”
