“If I was crazy, would I know it? That's what being crazy was, wasn't it? You thought you were fine. Everyone else knew better.”
“That's what being crazy was, wasn't it? You thought you were fine. Everyone else knew better.”
“Everyone thinks I'm crazy, you know, because I can't tell them the truth; which is, that I'm driven crazy by all these thoughts, all these heads.”
“I want to drag you off and hide you away,” he whispered. “Why?” “I always knew you were beautiful, but now everyone else will too. I won’t be able to keep other boys away from you, and it’ll make me crazy.”
“You're right.I am crazy. But you know what else? I don't give a fuck.”
“If one day I could get out of here, I would allow myself to be crazy. Everyone is indeed crazy, but the craziest are the ones who don't know they're crazy; they just keep repeating what others tell them to.”