sanity

Mad bad and dangerous to know.

[Solitary confinement] is terrible. That is terrible. You're in a grave. You can't do anything. Everything's brought to you and you're in a room all day, except to come out of the showers. So when I would come out, I would entertain myself by singing, doing little mock concerts. And then when I was in the room, I would develop a routine. Like I have a lot of hair under here, so I would take my hair down and take all day to braid it on purpose. Stretch the hours out. Then I might write. And I would clean the floor. And I would look out the window. And then I'd devote a whole day to just reading. I was Christian then, trying to be. So I would read the whole Bible. I would break it down into sections. You're in a grave and you're trying to live. That's how to best describe it: trying to live in a grave. You're trying to live 'cause you're not dead yet, but nobody hears you when you call out, 'Hey, I'm alive!

Prison would kill him. Not neatly or cleanly or quickly, It would kill him with ten thousand days of gray, each taking a bite of his sanity until all that remained was huddled terror with the body of a man wrapped around it.

It isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for that long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security.

Persistence. Perfection. Patience. Power. Prioritize your passion. It keeps you sane.

Sanity is for the weak

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

People are all crazy... but the craziest are the ones who never allow themselves to be crazy.

You aren__ crazy,_ he says. __hat?_ ____e known you all your life, and you__e always tried to hide the parts of yourself that you think are wrong. But nothing is wrong with you._ Those may be the best words he__ ever said to me.

... the reason life works at all is that not everyone in your tribe is nuts on the same day. [pp. 65-66]

Craziness is just a varying degree of sanity.

Reality is a hallucination shared by most sane men.

Sanity is an illusion. Created by the minds of people who fear the wicked.

Gossiping's part of witchcraft,' said Tiffany. 'They're checking to see if they've gone batty yet.

Then he heard a wild, high-pitched cackling that made the hair stand up on the back of his neck. It wasn't sane, that laugh. In fact, it was the laughter of someone who never had more than a nodding acquaintance with sanity.

Laugh whenever you can. Keeps you from killing yourself when things are bad. That and vodka.

If I was crazy, would I know it? That's what being crazy was, wasn't it? You thought you were fine. Everyone else knew better.

I was cautious in what I said before the young lady; for I could not be sure that she was sane; and, in fact, there was a certain restless brilliancy about her eyes that half led me to imagine she was not.