“Everyone thinks I'm crazy, you know, because I can't tell them the truth; which is, that I'm driven crazy by all these thoughts, all these heads.”
“Oh, I'm crazy all right. I do have plenty of psychoses. Multiple personality, delusional dementia, OCD. I've got them all, but most of all, I'm crazy about you.”
“She smiled darkly and shook her head. 'I'm not crazy. I'm not. Of course what else would a crazy person claim? That's the Kafkaesque genius of it all. If you're not crazy but people have told the world you are, then all your protests to the contrary just underscore their point. Do you see what I'm saying?”
“I think we're all pretty crazy on this bus. I'm not sure I know anyone who's got all the dots on his or her dice.”
“Greed has driven the world crazy. And I think I'm lucky that I have a place over here that I can call home.”
“First I thought she was crazy. Now I'm crazy about her.”