I've always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.
My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
Paranoia has a sharper taste if the danger is real.
I learned that if I could read, I could cook. I surprised myself I like it.
Love had always issued out of the places that hurt the most.
But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.