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I can’t be expected to deal with being insane. Nobody should be required to put up with that.

It was the simple kind of crazy, though, the can’t-cope-anymore crazy, the kind that has you bursting into tears at small setbacks and contemplating your own mortality with sneaking relief. You could fake your way through life with that kind of crazy.

She might be crazy—heh, might—but she didn’t run to paranoia about anything but social interactions.

She’d never liked windows at night. She always had the feeling that if she looked up too quickly, she’d see a face pressed against them.

When the worst didn’t happen, she felt unsettled, as if she’d been leaning against a wind that suddenly stopped blowing.

It ain’t rude to ask for what you need.

Don’t talk about money. It’s rude to talk about money. Telling people you’re rich is crass and telling them you’re broke makes them uncomfortable.

Things show up when they’re needed.