“Oh, I still want to strangle you. But I'm insane. You're crazy. Maybe that's why. We just make crazy together.”
“Daemon pressed his forehead against mine. "Oh, I still want to strangle you. But I'm insane. You're crazy. Maybe that's why. We just make crazy together.”
“But I'm insane. You're crazy. Maybe that's why, We can just make crazy together.”
“Maybe you should just admit that you're crazy about me," he said, leaning in to kiss her again."And why would you want me to do that?" she asked, still smiling."Because I'm playing for keeps, my little grasshopper.”
“Just…tell me I’m not crazy,” he whispered. “That this…isn’t as insane as I think it is”…“I don’t know … Maybe we’re both a little crazy.”“I can live with that.”
“That's the nice thing about insanity: evil people kill you, but crazy ones try to make you understand.”