That's how the madness of the world tries to colonize you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality.

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”.

Adevărul total care nu face distincţia între nebunie şi realitate.

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

Julian spoke with the clear, unequivocal lucidity of madmen who have escaped the hypocrisy of having to abide by a reality that makes no sense.

He drank deeply from his orange juice - really drank to savor it so that for a minute or two nothing existed in the house but his enjoyment.