“Happiness is waking to face the day. A new adventure before you. It is not going to sleep at night, having survived another day. That attitude will never make you happy although it might provide a sense of relief.
“Well if that is what happiness is, what keeps it away.
G. thought about that. Saw its truth, in his own case, anyway. Well if not its truth, then its plausibility. As a child he preferred to sleep, to dream. Preferred the reality of his dreams to that of the waking world because he knew his nightmares could not hurt him while what happened in the streets could.
“A tank came down my street, he said. I’d rather dream a tank than find one awake.