"When I feel paranoid, I ignore my suspicions and just play the odds. Odds are, they aren’t really talking about me on the other side of the room. Odds are, that guy on the bus who keeps saying my name, sotto voce, is actually whispering to himself, or maybe praying. The odds are always pretty good that no one is actually paying much attention to me at all. I just try to remember that, when paranoia tries to strike up a conversation with me."