I'd rather have no friends than risk having crazy people in my life.

Not everyone is crazy, maybe only you are.

Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is… Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever. They were not perfect, but they were my friends.

I don't know what she's thinking, but I'm thinking how fluid the border is between crazy and interesting, and how hard it is to decide who belongs where.

I’m not a psychopath; my brain just works a little differently than that of the average person.

Cities tolerate crazy people. Companies don't.