“We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.”
“We're all mad here. Im mad. You're mad”
“We're all mad here.”
“We're all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.”
“We're not mad. We're inhabited”