Are you crazy? It's a common phrase, I know. But it means something particular to me: the tunnels, the security screens, the plastic forks, the shimmering, ever-shifting borderline that like all boundaries beckons and asks to be crossed. I do not want to cross it again.

I told her once I wasn’t good at anything. She told me survival is a talent.

Tell me that you don’t take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down.

I'm your mind", it claims. "You can't parse ME into dendrites and synapses

I am not a nurse escorting six lunatics to the ice cream parlor.

With wild eyes that had seen freedom.

Lunatics are similar to designated hitters. Often an entire family is crazy, but since an entire family can't go into the hospital, one person is designated as crazy and goes inside. Then, depending on how the rest of the family is feeling that person is kept inside or snatched out, to prove something about the family's mental health.