crazy

This was sharing office space with wacko and bordering on ludicrous.

And if sometimes, late at night in bed, I questioned whether or not I truly was insane, I told myself that it didn't matter. I was too happy to care.

What would you rather be, Jackie? Angry mad or crazy mad? I think I'd rather be crazy mad, because you can be crazy and still happy.

It's okay to be crazy as long as you keep writing and are happy.

Don__ worry if people think you__e crazy. You are crazy. You have that kind of intoxicating insanity that lets other people dream outside of the lines and become who they__e destined to be.

I've got about ten things to say to you right now. But at least nine of them would make me sound like a psycho.__n spite of the seriousness of the situation, I nearly smiled. __hat__ the tenth thing?_ I asked his shirtfront. He paused, considering it. __ever mind,_ he grumbled. __hat one would make me sound like a psycho, too.

Sometimes you must agree with someones opinion for the sake of being polite and modest, but within you, you know that you are not foolish and crazy.

Its crazy when people of high moral standards, feel its okay for an intimate friend to insult them in a jovial way, forgeting that even casual friends can do just the same in a jovial way.

Crazy people. They never think they're crazy. Their craziness makes perfect sense to them.

Let's fly away and live forever

I didn't know how you'd get us out of that last one. But you did. You were good.

The asylum, and later the national health service, warehoused thousands of patients made mad by the intrusions of a sexual predator. But these institutions had been dominated by the discredited Freudian fantasy that sexual abuse doesn__ happen - that it is our illicit desires that drive us crazy. A century ago, Freud recoiled from his own theory of the sexual seduction of children and projected the problem back into the patient. He claimed in his Aetiology of Hysteria that clients, typically women, were describing their fantasies, not facts, not __eal events_. P3

Tell me I'm not crazy," He said. I couldn't do that. I was nowhere near sane enough at the moment to advise anyone else on rational behavior.

You said she's a senior? Babe we're ALL crazy.

Sometimes there__ no cure for the crazy._ Dale sighed, stroking my hair. __ think we all just have to keep loving through it. Maybe that__ the cure.

Glory is reserved for the twisted minds.

Fuck me,_ I whispered, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness.

We've eaten, but he looks hungry, and experience tells me that crazy takes a lot of calories to sustain.