“If you were sane enough to recognize you were crazy, how crazy could you really be?”
“I thought you were sane," I said, "but you'rejust as crazy as the rest of them.”
“Initially, he worried that he might be going crazy. But then he decided if you felt you were crazy you weren't really crazy because he had heard somewhere that crazy people didn't know they were insane.”
“Do you think if people knew how crazy you really were, no one would ever talk to you?”
“You drive me crazy!""You were always crazy. I just highlight it.”
“Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is… Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever. They were not perfect, but they were my friends.”