“You're a lunatic. You ran me over with a goddamn Buick.”

“I pop a cassette into the Buick's stereo. It's the Ramones. I turn the volume up high and roll down the windows. The highway air tastes of fumes, but it still feels goddamn good to breathe”

“You are crazy!" whispered Meggie. "You're a total lunatic!"But her opinion did not impress Fenoglio in the slightest. "So what? All writers are lunatics!”

“If the voices in your head make you cry, you're a lunatic. Put their words on paper, and you're a writer.”

“You said I was pretty, before.""Did I?" A new laugh escaped him, mirthless. "How unoriginal. I must be the master of understatement. I think you're goddamned radiant, and you know it. Sometimes I think if I look at you too long I'll go blind, like a lunatic staring straight into the sun. No," he said in a savage undertone, and let the gown fall back to the floor. "You're not pretty.”

“you may be right, I may be crazy, but it just might be a lunatic you're looking for”