I do not believe that a dream should necessarily be taken for reality, or reality for madness.

His work seems to confirm my old axiom: it is useless to try to keep the whole body alive.

Nosotros viviremos en esa fotografía, siempre

I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” (Above all I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s - my madness would not be an escape from “reality”.

Jack's doctors have told him he is crazy… but, the truth is, it's the Voices who are crazy, not him.

Adevărul total care nu face distincţia între nebunie şi realitate.