I’m a comedian, and I definitely see the humor in a lot of things. I am also sad a lot. I cry often and easily. I think you’re supposed to feel all kinds of things.
Anger is just sadness held in too long.
Only the gentlest hands can brush away tears.
Malia is the movie savant. She’s very clear. Although we all don’t like the same movies. She and Barack like dark and sad. And Sasha and I, we want a little laughter and frivolity.
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly despairing, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings. (“Dracula’)
Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow. (“Romeo and Juliet”)
When griping grief the heart doth wound and doleful dumps the mind oppress then music with the silver sound with speedy help, doth lend redress. (“Romeo and Juliet”)
But what am I? An infant crying in the night, an infant crying for the light; and with no language but a cry.
Cheerfulness is health; its opposite, melancholy, is disease.