That is what madness is, isn't it? All the wheels fly off the bus and things don't make sense any more. Or rather, they — Audrey Niffenegger, Her Fearful Symmetry
That is what madness is, isn't it? All the wheels fly off the bus and things don't make sense any more. Or rather, they — Audrey Niffenegger, Her Fearful Symmetry
That is what madness is, isn't it? All the wheels fly off the bus and things don't make sense any more. Or rather, they — Audrey Niffenegger, Her Fearful Symmetry
That is what madness is, isn't it? All the wheels fly off the bus and things don't make sense any more. Or rather, they — Audrey Niffenegger, Her Fearful Symmetry
That is what madness is, isn't it? All the wheels fly off the bus and things don't make sense any more. Or rather, they — Audrey Niffenegger, Her Fearful Symmetry
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That is what madness is, isn't it? All the wheels fly off the bus and things don't make sense any more. Or rather, they do, but it's not a kind of sense anyone else can understand.

— Audrey Niffenegger, Her Fearful Symmetry
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