I would describe myself as quite sane and lucid, which is why I'm still alive.
Am I, or the others crazy?
I'm not insane, sir. I have a finely calibrated sense of acceptable risk.
-I am not sure whether he's sane. -If there's any doubt about the matter, he is.
"Well? Is it true? Did she?" "Did she what?" "You know. Fall outta the crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down?"
We're not in Wonderland anymore Alice.
And how do you know that you're mad?
It is an awful lot harder, Tony told me, to convince people you're sane than it is to convince them you're crazy.
Maturity: knowing where you're crazy, trying to warn others of the fact and striving to keep yourself under control.
People who are crazy rarely question whether they're crazy.
Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally.
Is our species crazy? Plenty of evidence.
Yet, mad am I not — and very surely do I not dream.
Tell me, do you think I'm going mad? I sometimes wonder, you know.
People tell me that I am well-grounded. I am sane in the New England sense of the word.
Initially, he worried that he might be going crazy. But then he decided if you felt you were crazy you weren't really crazy because he had heard somewhere that crazy people didn't know they were insane.
Here's the good news. If I realize that I'm insane, then I'm okay with it. I'm not dangerous insane.
There's still always the possibility that I've gone totally, clinically cuckoo. But somehow I don't think so anymore. An article I once read said that crazy people don't worry about being crazy - that's the whole problem.
Possibly he knew, as he wrote this, that he was mad - because inside every madman sits a little sane man saying 'You're mad, you're mad.'
I have no idea whether I am completely sane. I don't think anybody is. I see the world through my eyes. It's sometimes a strange world. I hope I don't hurt people. You hope not to hurt yourself too much, either. Maybe that's the definition of keeping yourself in check?
See my eyes - are they safe? Are they even sane?
We have all got to exert ourselves a little to keep sane, and call things by the same names as other people call them by.
That's what being crazy was, wasn't it? You thought you were fine. Everyone else knew better.
Have you ever known anyone who was happy? And was still in his right mind, I mean.
Most people who went about saying a ghost had poked them with a brolly would be locked up somewhere.
