It’s maybe impossible to escape (your own head), but I guess the secret is the prison cell just gets bigger and bigger and bigger and prettier and prettier and prettier.

Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.

Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.

In a mad world, only the mad are sane.

Once upon a time there was a

Once upon a time there was a

Once upon a time there was a

Stop this. It's undignified.

The cab driver is staring at me in his mirror. I'm talking to myself.
"The second sign of madness," I explain.
"What's the first one?"
"Killing lots of people and eating their genitals."
He laughs and sneaks another look at me.