I am deeply convinced that happiness does not exist in this world.

I love walking down the street and seeing faces and drama and happiness and sadness and dirt and cleanliness.

So even though I consider myself a fairly upbeat person, energetic and things like that, I never do very well on happiness tests.

Those in the west who dismiss the repressiveness of laws against women in countries like Iran, no matter how benign their intentions, present a condescending view not just of the religion but also of women living in Muslim majority countries, as if the desire for choice and happiness is the monopoly of women in the west.

I don't have the recipe for happiness, but I think the engine is simply having the desire.