I sat for a moment, figuring things out, then decided to stay there. If I was on the floor, I couldn't fall down.

My mother isn't crazy. She simply has a harder time than most reconciling her reality with everyone else's reality.

Nothing is so hard that it can't be found by searching.

But why allow someone to make a bad choice when a little information might engender a better one? It's hard to wake up and see the sun if the blinds are pulled.

Adjustment? She called that an adjustment? How about I adjust her right out of existence?

Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn’t be able to kill him.

Breaking rules isn't bad when what you're doing is more important than the rule itself