“Life is just this way, broken, and I am crazy to hope for something else.”

“Oh yes, friend! I'm crazy- that's just the way I am.”

“You're right. I am crazy. But you know what else? I don't care.”

“Do something. If it doesn't work, do something else. No idea is too crazy.”

“I felt I couldn't lose anything else, but just then I realized I already had: I'd lost the hope that I would ever be loved in just that way again.”

“My mother began to go crazy. Not in a 'Let's paint the kitchen red!' sort of way. But crazy in a 'gas oven, toothpaste sandwhich, I am God' sort of way.”

“Just because something’s crazy, doesn’t mean it’s wrong.”

“I know beginnings, I know endings too,
and life-in-death, and something else
I'd rather not recall just now.”

“It's just that… I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is.”

“It's just a crazy damned life, that's all…”