“What’s one more crazy thing in the midst of all this weirdness?”

“Weird? One day you’re normal and the next, you’re walking around with a butterfly attached to your back. Then Malice in Wonderland tries to squeeze my head off, and you’re calling it weird. This is beyond weird. Crazy, fantastical even, but definitely not weird.”

“Well isn’t that one thing you’re all the more wise for? Age has taughtyou something. It seems to me that you know the big secret. That nobodyknows what’s going on”

“There is such a thing as crazy-mother bonding. . . . It happens when one realizes the other also has had a crazy mother, and it is both painful and pleasurable. There are more crazy mothers than you might think.”

“The older I get, the less I care about what’s cool. I realize I’m old and weird.”

“... once you were in, they put a note in your file that said you were in therapy, and all your teachers saw that file. They might as well have tattooed CRAZY on your forehead. The next year every teacher would be watching you for the first weird thing you did—and has there ever been a kid who never does anything an adult considers weird?”