" Okay,’ I said. ‘So if I were to stop walking-while-reading, and hands in pockets, and little night torches, and instead looked right and left and right again for dangerous, unscrupulous forces, does that mean I’ll end up happy?’ ‘It’s not about being happy,’ he said, which was, and still is, the saddest remark I’ve ever heard. "

― Anna Burns , Milkman