“‘This time I’m not going to tell you a story. I’ll just say that insanity is the inability to communicate your ideas. It’s as if you were in a foreign country, able to see and understand everything that’s going on around you but incapable of explaining what you need to know or of being helped, because you don’t understand the language they speak there.’
“‘We’ve all felt that.’
“‘And all of us, one way or another, are insane.'”

                     --Paulo Coelho (as translated by Margaret 
                     Jull Costa), Veronika Decides to Die, 1998

“ONLY A MADMAN WOULD HAVE BUILT THE HOUSE HERE, AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS STINKING PIT, PERPETUALLY SHROUDED IN A VILE HAZE OF SULPHUR FUMES, AND COMPLETELY ISOLATED BY THE SHEER WALLS OF A CIRCULAR CLIFF. AND TO BE SURE, BELARIC MARCOSA HAD BEEN A MADMAN. HE’D ALSO BEEN DEAD FOR CLOSE TO A CENTURY. BUT HE WAS STILL HERE, LURKING AND WAITING, CHUCKLING DARKLY IN THE BACKGROUND, UNSEEN BUT DEFINITELY PRESENT, HIDING SECRETS, HOLDING FATE IN HIS HIP-POCKET, READY TO CUT LOOSE WITH ALL HELL AT JUST THE RIGHT MOMENT. READY TO DRIVE ALL FOUR OF US STARK RAVING MAD, AND THEN SPIT ON OUR WASTED SHELLS.”

                     --Doug Moench, WEREWOLF BY NIGHT, Vol. 1, No. 34, 
            "Not All the Shades of Death Nor Evil's Majesty," 1975