"Last night, when I went to bed, I turned off the light and looked out the window. Since most of Ames was shut down, I saw a lot of stars. Some star out there, somewhere, holds my real self, me, or at least the key for letting it out. I don't know which star owns my way out of this, but that doesn't really matter, since I don't know how to get to a star..."

(Roberta Payne "Speaking to My Madness: How I Searched for Myself in Schizophrenia")