“And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses?”

“And haven't I told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses.”

“And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.”

“That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.”

“I’m not mad. I already told you that. We all have mistakes in our past...and our future. It’s a fact of life.”

“Yeah, this is danger-induced fits of lust and madness, because I am crazy, Faith--make no mistake about that. But this"-he motioned between them--"is a hell of a lot more than just lust and madness. So you can keep protesting all you want, baby...and I'll keep doing exactly what I'm doing. Now get over here."~Wyatt”