A Madness So Discreet

by Mindy McGinnis

But the acuity of her memory was a dark artist at work in her mind, painting pictures without her permission.

Grace had learned long ago that the true horrors of this world were other people.

once we are convinced of something, no matter how ludicrous, it becomes a fact.

You chose to stop acknowledging a world that has treated you foully. What’s saner than that?”

The darkness has long lived inside me, sown if not by my nature then by nurture.

“To me the insane are simply people who have chosen not to participate in the world in the same manner as the majority, and there are days I wonder if they’ve got the right of it.”

I think we’re all quite mad. Some of us are just more discreet about it.”

There is more to you than beauty. There is more to you than strength. There is more to you than intelligence. You are a whole person, and I would have you treat yourself as such.

I knew her for so long. It’s hard when all the little things are still there but she’s not.”

“Why do people bother to fall in love? I’ve never seen it bring anything but pain.”

It’s a madness so discreet that it can walk the streets and be applauded in some circles, but it is madness nonetheless.”