“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 smile at her. "You're an angel.""Nah," she says."I'm just a girl crazy in love.”
“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.”
“Is he crazy? Of course he is, he's in a mental institution. I'm probably crazy too. The people in the hallway are definitely crazy, which is why only a crazy person would go out there.”
“..."You must think I'm crazy."He smiled. "A little, but you're my crazy now. So it's okay. What's the matter?"~Slade”
“This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone."I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.”