“Look,” said Arthur, “would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?”
Norman Bates: She just goes a little mad sometimes. We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven’t you?
Billy: Whatever the virtues of balance, it’s just a pleasant form of insanity.
Bianca: Has the fact that you’re completely psycho managed to escape your attention?
Garland Green: What if I told you insane was working a 50-hour week for fifty years, at the end of which they tell you to piss off. Ending up in some retirement village, hoping to die rather than suffering the indignity of trying to make it to the toilet on time. Wouldn’t you consider that to be insane?
Buffy: Am I crazy?
Willow: Well, crazy is such a strong word.
Giles: Let’s not rule it out, though.
Tracy: I’m going crazy. I’m standing here solidly on my own two hands and going crazy.
“The point is, you see,” said Ford, “that there is no point driving yourself mad trying to stop yourself from going mad. You might just as well give in and save your sanity for later.”
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.
We all are born mad. Some remain so.
The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.
My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven’t met yet. She’s now in a maximum security twilight home in Australia.