“Don't worry. You're just as sane as I am.”

“When people tell you, "don't worry," it means you're already screwed. They just don't want you to worry about it...”

“I mean, maybe I am crazy. I mean, maybe. But if this is all there is, then I don't want to be sane.”

“I bet you're worried. I was worried. I was worried about vaginas. I was worried about what we think about vaginas, and even more worried that we don't think about them.”

“Don't worry about the finish line. Don't question what you're doing. Just quiet your mind and keep up the pace.”

“--Why are we fighting them?--They're mad. We're sane.--How do we know?--That we're sane?--Yes.--Am I sane?--To all appearances.--And you, do you consider yourself sane?--I do.--Well, there you have it.--But don't they also consider themselves sane?--I think they know. Deep down. That they're not sane.--How must that make them feel?--Terrible, I should think. They must fight ever more fiercely, in order to deny what they know to be true. That they are not sane.”