It's the truth, even if it didn't happen. - Ken Kesey

I could now (possibly) go back and restretch those shrunken hours, flake the images separate, arrange them in accurate chronological order, (possibly; with will-power, patience, and the proper chemicals) but being accurate is not necessarily being honest.... Nor is chronological reporting by any means always the most truthful (each camera has its own veracity) especially when, in all good faith, one cannot truthfully claim to remember what happened accurately....

You seem to forget, Miss Flinn, that this is an institution for the insane.

Win or lose, the crows always laughed — the hard, old jaded laughter that came of looking at the world with a black and practiced eye. From the less skillful the laugh might have hinted of despair, or silliness, like the magpies', but the crows were masters of the wry outlook, and Viv never heard them but what she followed their expert lead and laughed along — they knew the secret of black, that it could not be made blacker, and if neither could it be made lighter, it could still be made funnier.