“Everything that's innocent to us is crazy to them.”

“You’ve got to believe there’s some sort of sense in everything that crazies say.”
“Crazies?”

“Everything is what it is, that's all. If we keep attaching meanings and mysteries to everything we perceive, everything we see that is, and to everything that goes on inside us, we are bound to go crazy sooner or later, I thought.”

“…innocence is innocent not because it rejects but because it accepts; is innocent not because it is impervious and invulnerable to everything, but because it is capable of accepting anything and still remaining innocent; innocent because it foreknows all and therefore doesn't have to fear or be afraid.”

“He’ll always be innocent, you can’t blame the innocent, they are always guiltless. All you can do is control them or eliminate them. Innocence is a kind of insanity.”

“Some are born crazy,” Amelia said. “Some achieve craziness. We had craziness thrust upon us.”

“Everything that had happened was shockingly beautiful, enough to make you crazy.”

“Religion makes them crazy. Not a woman I ever met wasn’t crazy with religion.”

“Maybe he was crazy, he thought. It would explain everything. Insanity was good that way.”

“Makeup's just crazy, anyways. Native Americans used to wear it, and it did all right for them until, uh … well, until you killed them all, I suppose.”