“The truth is crazier than lies because lies are required to stick to possibilities—the truth isn’t.”

“I paid, got up, walkedto the door, openedit.I heard the mansay, “that guy’snuts.”out on the street Iwalked northfeelingcuriouslyhonored.”

“THIS IS WHYHe will never be given to wonder muchif he was the mouth for some cruel forcethat said it. But if he were(this will comfort her) less than one momentout of millions had he meant it. So many years and so many turnsthey had swerved around the subject.And he will swear for many morethe kitchen and everything in it vanished –the oak table, their guests, the refrigerator doorhe had been surely propped against–all changed to rusted ironwork and ashexcept in the center in her linen caftan:she was not touched.He remembers the silence before he spokeand her nodding a little,as if in the meat of this gray wastehere was the signalfor him to speak what they had long agreed,what somewhere they had prepared together.And this one moment in the desert of ashstretches into forever.They had been having a dinner party.She had been lonely. A friend asked her almost jokingif she had ever felt really crazy,and when she started to unwind her answerin long, lovely sentences like scarves within herhe saw this was the waythey could no longer talk together.And that is when he said it,in front of the guests,because he couldn’t bear to hear her.And this is why the guests have leftand she screams as he comes near her. ”

“Sometimes, crazy is exactly what we need.”

“You said she’s a senior? Babe we’re ALL crazy.”

“Sometimes there’s no cure for the crazy.” Dale sighed, stroking my hair. “I think we all just have to keep loving through it. Maybe that’s the cure.”

“Fuck me,” I whispered, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness.”

“I know you. Inside and out, Sara. I know you, and I’ve accepted it all. Every bit of the crazy. And I love you anyway remember?”

“Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren’t we all just a little crazy?”

“Sometimes things are just what they seem to be and that’s all there is to it.”

“Looks like what drives me crazyDon’t have no effect on you–But I’m gonna keep on at itTill it drives you crazy, too.”

“It’s the crazy things that I do that make me insanely happy.”

“I was nineteen. You had your lips on my neck and whispers in my ear. You drove me crazy. But I mistook crazy for absolute happiness.”