“ If only things would stay simple: the sound of the foghorns at night, the wild calla lilies that grow along the fence, the cool sharp god that wraps around my face and throat. But it isn’t that kind of summer. And this time I have a partner in madness. Madness will push you anywhere it wants. It never tells you where you’re going, or why. It tells you it doesn’t matter. It persuades you. It dangles something sparkly before you, shimmering like that water watch on the road up ahead. You will drive until you find it, the treasure, the thing you most desire. You will never find it. Madness may mock you so long you will die of the search. Or it will tire of you, turn its back, oblivious as you go flying.
Madness: A Bipolar Life by Marya Hornbacher
