“It's my brain," she says softly. "It's eating me alive.”
“Put the small stuff into perspective. It's better to be wrong and alive than right but eating brains.”
“No, I say, it's fine.Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.”
“Before I could lose my courage, I said, "Don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind of a tradition, right?"I figured she would punch me. Instead, she drew her knife and stared at the army marching toward us. "Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then, we'll see.”
“My brained warned me, but my heart didn't want to take its advice.”
“...Someone speaks in soft tones to me and says I am psychotic, but it's going to be all right. I put on my hat, unperturbed, and ask for some crayons.”