have you taken leave of your senses

Belane, are you nuts?"
Who knows? Insanity is comparative. Who sets the norm?

I have felt the wind on the wing of madness.

To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane.

Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night.

In the little world in which children have their existence, whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt, as injustice.