Having their feelings make sense is how people get their kicks.

After my first few tastes I was pretty much hooked. I'd have dry spells, months without any or only piddling amounts of grace, but I never forgot about it or stopped wanting it.

It's regrets that make painful memories. When I was crazy I did everything just right.

Maybe he’s normal and we’re the crazy ones. Maybe everyone should talk to themselves. Maybe we’re all just afraid of what we’d say.

I'll go to my grave with the feelings and emotions and the memories of 1994, ... When I was traded from Edmonton, I told my agent that I wanted to go to New York to help them win a Stanley Cup. We had a great team and 1994 was a magical year for us and the city.

If insanity is in repeating the same behavior while expecting different results, no less insane is the one that repeats the same behavior without expecting different results because he can’t see that he is insane.