“Cobbles and kettledrums! ...I hope this madness isn't going to end in a moonlit climb and broken necks.”
“If we don't go mad once in a while, there's no hope.”
“My theory is that hope is a form of madness. A benevolent one, sure, but madness all the same. Like an irrational superstition--broken mirrors and so forth--hope's not based on any kind of logic, it's just unfettered optimism, grounded in nothing but faith in things beyond our control.”
“Anyway, what does mad mean exactly?" Rami added quickly "Aren't we all a little mad? Don't we have to be somehat mad just to go on living, to go on hoping?”
“My heart was broken so badly last time that it still hurts. Isn't that crazy? To still have a broken heart almost two years after a love story ends? ”
“Adrift in a sea of madness, the sextant is broken, but I can still see the stars.”