“Adrian . . . how do you know if you’re crazy or not?”
. . .
“Do you think you’re crazy?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said, looking down at the ground. I was barefoot, and sharp blades of grass tickled my feet. “I’ve been . . . seeing things.”
“People who are crazy rarely question whether they’re crazy,” he said wisely.
~ Richelle Mead, Shadow Kiss (pg. 92)
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