Off his meds, Daniel went to a bar, got spooked, and lost his temper.

I can go out to a restaurant and no longer think the people at the next table are sending me messages in their sentences.

Part of me was always glad my mother found a way to cast off the shackles of her ordinary consciousness.

'Let me get this straight,' I’d ask. 'We’re going to go outside, walk around—then come back?'