crazy

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
94b3fca	The Edge... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.	crisis insanity crazy	Hunter S. Thompson
5eba938	"And now," Eric yelled into his mircophone, "we're going to sing a new song-one we just wrote. This one's for my girlfriend. We've been going out for three weeks, and, damn, our love is true. We're gonna be together forever, baby. This one's called 'Bang You Like a Drum." --	funny humor love eric teenage-love teen crazy	Cassandra Clare
4450ec0	But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.	life hyper excitement wild fireworks crazy	Raymond Carver
c90f516	To be heroic is to be courageous enough to die for something; to be inspirational is to be crazy enough to live a little.	heroes heroic stand-out heroism clever courage living death motivational success life inspirational stand courageous winning definition living-life-to-the-fullest soldier warrior hero crazy	Criss Jami
e167c6b	Boredom can be a lethal thing on a small island.	funny inspirational boredom crazy	Christopher Moore
b7950e6	"I paid, got up, walked to the door, opened it. I heard the man say, "that guy's nuts." out on the street I walked north feeling curiously honored."	irony poem poetry funny death life mental self honor crazy soul	Charles Bukowski
dcafc8a	The problem with educating stupid people was that they didn't know they were stupid. The same went for curing crazy people.	stupidity crazy-people phoenix stupid-people stupid crazy	Chuck Palahniuk
04f5658	I'm liking that I can throw any kind of sentence at her without worrying it's too out there.	friendship love nick-o-leary norah-silverberg crazy	Rachel Cohn
9b5a6d1	"Can I see some ID?" "WE DON'T HAVE ID," said Jay, loudly. "'CAUSE WE'RE CANADIAN. WE DON'T USE ID...THERE. AND THAT'S WHY WE LOOK SO YOUNG. 'CAUSE WE'RE CANADIAN." Doug stiffened. Jay sounded crazy. Doug tried looking extra sane to even things out."	funny canadian sane crazy	Adam Rex
7bb5dbc	"Gran, for the gods' love, it's talk like yours that starts riots!" I said keeping my voice down. "Will you just put a stopper in it?" She looked at me and sighed. "Girl, do you ever take a breath and wonder if folk don't put out bait for you? To see if you'll bite? You'll never get a man if you don't relax." My dear old Gran. It's a wonder her children aren't every one of them as mad as priests, if she mangles their wits as she mangles mine. "Granny, "I told her, "this is dead serious. I can't relax, no more than any Dog. I'm not shopping for a man. That's the last thing I need."	humor baiting single-women granddaughter family-relationship grandmother bickering crazy	Tamora Pierce
a1edeba	As a kid, I imagined lots of different scenarios for my life. I would be an astronaut. Maybe a cartoonist. A famous explorer or rock star. Never once did I see myself standing under the window of a house belonging to some druggie named Carbine, waiting for his yard gnome to steal his stash so I could get a cab back to a cheap motel where my friend, a neurotic, death-obsessed dwarf, was waiting for me so we could get on the road to an undefined place and a mysterious Dr. X, who would cure me of mad cow disease and stop a band of dark energy from destroying the universe.	imagination quick-plot-summary crazy	Libba Bray
a3198ff	Let's fly away and live forever	good life relativity forever genius crazy	Orson Scott Card
f014297	<>	madness poem crazy dreams-inspirational	Charles Baudelaire
0ecf402	It is just as crazy to be crazy about Christ as it is to be crazy about anything else.	christianity jesus spirituality god philosophy inspirational crazy-in-love crazy-love jesus-shock jesus-christ theology christ crazy	Peter Kreeft
de1c914	"You're innocent until proven guilty," Mandy exclaimed, unable to hide her gleeful smile. She missed the way people used to have normal conversations, used to be more caring for each other than themselves, back in the Seventies and Eighties. These days, she realized, neighbors kept to themselves, their kids kept to themselves, nobody talked to each other anymore. They went to work, went shopping and shut themselves up at home in front of glowing computer screens and cellphones... but maybe the nostalgic, better times in her life would stay buried, maybe the world would never be what it was. In the 21st century music was bad, movies were bad, society was failing and there were very few intelligent people left who missed the way things used to be... maybe though, Mandy could change things. Thinking back to the old home movies in her basement, she recalled what Alecto had told her. "We wanted more than anything else in the world to be normal, but we failed." The 1960's and 1970's were very strange times, but Mandy missed it all, she missed the days when Super-8 was the popular film type, when music had lyrics that made you think, when movies had powerful meanings instead of bad comedy and when people would just walk to a friend's house for the afternoon instead of texting in bed all day. She missed soda fountains and department stores and non-biodegradable plastic grocery bags, she wished cellphones, bad pop music and LED lights didn't exist... she hated how everything had a diagnosis or pill now, how people who didn't fit in with modern, lazy society were just prescribed medications without a second thought... she hated how old, reliable cars were replaced with cheap hybrid vehicles... she hated how everything could be done online, so that people could just ignore each other... the world was becoming much more convenient, but at the same time, less human, and her teenage life was considered nostalgic history now. Hanging her head low, avoiding the slightly confused stare of the cab driver through the rear view mirror, she started crying uncontrollably, her tears soaking the collar of her coat as the sun blared through the windows in a warm light."	earth grief loss death convenient old-school reporter taxi retro cape-breton nova-scotia stuck moving digital medications leaving-home environment canada cars stop crying gone misery trapped lonely sad crazy insane dying mental-illness nostalgia	Rebecca McNutt
7540218	It is closer to the truth to say that God is crazy than that God is reasonable. I suspect God merely smiles when someone calls him crazy, but shakes His head and frowns when someone calls Him reasonable.	christianity spirituality god philosophy reasonable jesus-shock theology crazy	Peter Kreeft
b789e92	"She dances a little jig. "This would make one hell of a TV show, huh?" "Yeah. But no one would believe it." I should let it go. But it's like the hole, like the door, and I have to know. Or at least, I have to ask. "Hey, Dulcie, was any of that real?" She finishes her dance and the wings come to rest. "Who's to say what's real or not?" "Yeah, but--my barometer on reality, not so good since I started going crazy. "Yeah, well, who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?"	people life crazy	Libba Bray
348e3ac	They roared into the Lincoln Tunnel. A wild, inexplicable excitement mounted in Therese as she stared through the windshield. She wished the tunnel might cave in and kill them both, that their bodies might be dragged out together. She felt Carol glancing at her from time to time.	romantic die-together to-die-by-your-side patricia-highsmith the-price-of-salt wild crazy	Patricia Highsmith
5766731	I'll go from world to world until I find a time and place where you can come awake in safety. And I'll tell your story to my people, so that perhaps in time the can forgive you, too. The way that you've forgiven me.	life love truth forgivness ender comprehension genius regret crazy	Orson Scott Card
9c379a9	I made a circular motion with my finger around my temple to indicate I thought this guy was crazy, forgetting that there was no one in the room to see this circular motion except him. He saw it and frowned.	circular frowned motion crazy	John Swartzwelder
8c86e29	You said she's a senior? Babe we're ALL crazy.	romance funny love senior you girl gossip crazy	Cecily von Ziegesar
2b664bd	THIS IS WHY He will never be given to wonder much if he was the mouth for some cruel force that said it. But if he were (this will comfort her) less than one moment out of millions had he meant it. So many years and so many turns they had swerved around the subject. And he will swear for many more the kitchen and everything in it vanished -- the oak table, their guests, the refrigerator door he had been surely propped against-- all changed to rusted ironwork and ash except in the center in her linen caftan: she was not touched. He remembers the silence before he spoke and her nodding a little, as if in the meat of this gray waste here was the signal for him to speak what they had long agreed, what somewhere they had prepared together. And this one moment in the desert of ash stretches into forever. They had been having a dinner party. She had been lonely. A friend asked her almost joking if she had ever felt really crazy, and when she started to unwind her answer in long, lovely sentences like scarves within her he saw this was the way they 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 left and she screams as he comes near her.	poetry desperation crazy	Michael Ryan
5abc8b6	","I am not crazy, my reality is just different from yours."-Cheshire Cat"	reality-sucks wonderland crazy	Lewis Carroll
4aa2ec1	I'm seventeen and I'm crazy.	ray-bardbury fahrenheit-451 mgg seventeen teenagers crazy	Ray Bradbury
f10b249	"You should find something better to do with your time," Mandy told him. "I spend my time shooting people, and then I take them to darkrooms and blow them up." "...Come again?" Alecto questioned with a tone of alarm in his voice. "I take photographs and develop them myself, I've got my own darkroom... it was a joke," Mandy laughed. "I love photography and I'm gonna be a photojournalist someday." "Really?" Alecto asked. For the first time since she'd met him, he sounded slightly enthusiastic. "...I take photographs and I film my own home movies, I have a darkroom as well... but I can't be a photojournalist like you... I can't be anything... still, at least I can take photographs, it's fun."	photography murder friends funny humor april-fool-s blow-up chemical dark-room demented instamatic nikon photography-humor home-movies kodak darkroom super-8 disturbing develop camera enthusiasm shoot weird film strange hilarious joke crazy insane	Rebecca McNutt
bcf6d9e	He had become completely mad in his movements; He seemed to be doing everything at the same time. It was a shaking of the head, up and down, sideways; jerky, vigorous hands; quick walking, sitting, crossing the legs, uncrossing, getting up, rubbing the hands, rubbing his fly, hitching his pants, looking up and saying 'Am,' and sudden slitting of the eyes to see everywhere; and all the time he was grabbing me by the ribs and talking, talking	mad energy crazy	Jack Kerouac
b22690a	You don't know what would have happened if I hadn't pushed. Nobody knows. I did it the way I did it, and it worked. Above all, it worked.	life love push ender genius crazy	Orson Scott Card
0ff366f	"In my dreams," said Ender, "I'm never sure whether I'm really me."	dreams ender genius person crazy	Orson Scott Card
492a5ab	Live by yourself and you bound to talk yourself and when ye commence that folks start it up that you're light in the head. But I reckon it's all right to talk to a dog since most folks do even if a dog don't understand and cain't answer if he did.	dogs solitude hermits talking-to-yourself crazy pets	Cormac McCarthy
ba2c2dc	"If you're looking for fast driving there's a dragway in the southwestern part of the county. It opens next week." "Do you race there?" he asks. "Yes." And I plan on spending a lot of time there over the next six weeks. "Isaiah." Beth attempts to step in between us, but Logan angles himself so that she can't. "That's not why I brought him here." An insane glint strikes the guy's eyes and all of a sudden, I feel a connection to him. A twitch of his lips shows he might be my kind of crazy. "How fast do the cars there go?" "Some guys hit speeds of 120 mph in an eighth mile." "No!" Beth stomps her foot. "No. I promised Ryan nothing crazy would happen. Logan, this is not why I brought you here." "Have you hit those speeds?" He swats his hand at Beth as if she's a fly, earning my respect. Most guys would be terrified of having their balls ripped off and handed to them for dismissing Beth like that. "Not driving my car, I haven't," I answer honestly. But I hope to with Rachel's car, and with mine, after a few modifications. "Speed can be bought. Just depends on how much you want to spend." Logan offers his hand. "I'm Logan." "Isaiah," I say as we shake. "Shit," mumbles Beth."	isaiah logan speed shit car race no crazy	Katie McGarry
b8b2676	"Why did you revive me?" Alecto repeated. "Well... uh, well...." Mandy hesitated, her voice full of sudden misery. "They say there are five stages of grief, you know... five stages. denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Not in any particular order. Anyhow, I denied your death, I was angry about it, I bargained with Mearth to try and get her to un-bury your site and I was depressed about the whole ordeal. One thing I just froze up on though was acceptance. I just couldn't accept your death. It was really cruel the way you died, and I missed you so much... Mearth, my parents, the cops, Dr. Pottie, they all thought I was crazy. When people think you're crazy, that label automatically dehumanizes you, because people can use it to discredit everything you say with, "oh, pay no mind to her, she's just this crazy lunatic with a dead imaginary friend." I just wanted to do something, anything to make it all go away, and I decided that I wanted to revive you."	mourning grief loss depression death sadness friendship bargaining discredit imaginary-friend revival dehumanization death-of-a-loved-one anger denial help friend crazy lunatic dying	Rebecca McNutt
9e58fb9	"It's all in my mind. I'm in my right mind now, and my right mind is crazy. "You need to wake up, Ella." The words are a command I cannot obey."	mind in-my-mind ella-shepard wake-up crazy	Beth Revis
aaf1944	She wasn't blotto, she was plotting.	lightbulbs plotting girl crazy	Susanna Kaysen
3b59e5f	"Or... maybe I'm not going crazy. "Maybe I'm some sort of android-cyborg-clone-thing, and I'm just breaking down. I'm not sure which way is worse. Dad laughs. "You're not in your right mind, dear," he says. "No, no, no, you're not." And then-- --Silence. Dad fades away. The reverie chair disappears. There's just blackness. I remember then that I am in the reverie of something dead. Whatever that thing was, it was dead. And, just as I'm starting to wonder if, perhaps, I have died, too, I see a light, far away in the corner of the dreamscape. The light isn't soft; it's not glowing. It crackles like silent lightning, burning with electricity, sparks flying out and fizzling in the dark. I don't know why--it makes no sense, the way dreams often don't--but I want to touch the light. So I do."	mind silence light breaking-down dreamscape reverie blackness dead crazy	Beth Revis
2349be7	A career in the arts can make anyone crazy.	career crazy	Christopher Bram

94b3fca

The Edge... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.

crisis insanity crazy

Hunter S. Thompson

5eba938

"And now," Eric yelled into his mircophone, "we're going to sing a new song-one we just wrote. This one's for my girlfriend. We've been going out for three weeks, and, damn, our love is true. We're gonna be together forever, baby. This one's called 'Bang You Like a Drum." --

funny humor love eric teenage-love teen crazy

Cassandra Clare

4450ec0

But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.

life hyper excitement wild fireworks crazy

Raymond Carver

c90f516

To be heroic is to be courageous enough to die for something; to be inspirational is to be crazy enough to live a little.

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Criss Jami

e167c6b

Boredom can be a lethal thing on a small island.

funny inspirational boredom crazy

Christopher Moore

b7950e6

"I paid, got up, walked to the door, opened it. I heard the man say, "that guy's nuts." out on the street I walked north feeling curiously honored."

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Charles Bukowski

dcafc8a

The problem with educating stupid people was that they didn't know they were stupid. The same went for curing crazy people.

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Chuck Palahniuk

04f5658

I'm liking that I can throw any kind of sentence at her without worrying it's too out there.

friendship love nick-o-leary norah-silverberg crazy

Rachel Cohn

9b5a6d1

"Can I see some ID?" "WE DON'T HAVE ID," said Jay, loudly. "'CAUSE WE'RE CANADIAN. WE DON'T USE ID...THERE. AND THAT'S WHY WE LOOK SO YOUNG. 'CAUSE WE'RE CANADIAN." Doug stiffened. Jay sounded crazy. Doug tried looking extra sane to even things out."

funny canadian sane crazy

Adam Rex

7bb5dbc

"Gran, for the gods' love, it's talk like yours that starts riots!" I said keeping my voice down. "Will you just put a stopper in it?" She looked at me and sighed. "Girl, do you ever take a breath and wonder if folk don't put out bait for you? To see if you'll bite? You'll never get a man if you don't relax." My dear old Gran. It's a wonder her children aren't every one of them as mad as priests, if she mangles their wits as she mangles mine. "Granny, "I told her, "this is dead serious. I can't relax, no more than any Dog. I'm not shopping for a man. That's the last thing I need."

humor baiting single-women granddaughter family-relationship grandmother bickering crazy

Tamora Pierce

a1edeba

As a kid, I imagined lots of different scenarios for my life. I would be an astronaut. Maybe a cartoonist. A famous explorer or rock star. Never once did I see myself standing under the window of a house belonging to some druggie named Carbine, waiting for his yard gnome to steal his stash so I could get a cab back to a cheap motel where my friend, a neurotic, death-obsessed dwarf, was waiting for me so we could get on the road to an undefined place and a mysterious Dr. X, who would cure me of mad cow disease and stop a band of dark energy from destroying the universe.

imagination quick-plot-summary crazy

Libba Bray

a3198ff

Let's fly away and live forever

good life relativity forever genius crazy

Orson Scott Card

f014297

<>

madness poem crazy dreams-inspirational

Charles Baudelaire

0ecf402

It is just as crazy to be crazy about Christ as it is to be crazy about anything else.

christianity jesus spirituality god philosophy inspirational crazy-in-love crazy-love jesus-shock jesus-christ theology christ crazy

Peter Kreeft

de1c914

"You're innocent until proven guilty," Mandy exclaimed, unable to hide her gleeful smile. She missed the way people used to have normal conversations, used to be more caring for each other than themselves, back in the Seventies and Eighties. These days, she realized, neighbors kept to themselves, their kids kept to themselves, nobody talked to each other anymore. They went to work, went shopping and shut themselves up at home in front of glowing computer screens and cellphones... but maybe the nostalgic, better times in her life would stay buried, maybe the world would never be what it was. In the 21st century music was bad, movies were bad, society was failing and there were very few intelligent people left who missed the way things used to be... maybe though, Mandy could change things. Thinking back to the old home movies in her basement, she recalled what Alecto had told her. "We wanted more than anything else in the world to be normal, but we failed." The 1960's and 1970's were very strange times, but Mandy missed it all, she missed the days when Super-8 was the popular film type, when music had lyrics that made you think, when movies had powerful meanings instead of bad comedy and when people would just walk to a friend's house for the afternoon instead of texting in bed all day. She missed soda fountains and department stores and non-biodegradable plastic grocery bags, she wished cellphones, bad pop music and LED lights didn't exist... she hated how everything had a diagnosis or pill now, how people who didn't fit in with modern, lazy society were just prescribed medications without a second thought... she hated how old, reliable cars were replaced with cheap hybrid vehicles... she hated how everything could be done online, so that people could just ignore each other... the world was becoming much more convenient, but at the same time, less human, and her teenage life was considered nostalgic history now. Hanging her head low, avoiding the slightly confused stare of the cab driver through the rear view mirror, she started crying uncontrollably, her tears soaking the collar of her coat as the sun blared through the windows in a warm light."

earth grief loss death convenient old-school reporter taxi retro cape-breton nova-scotia stuck moving digital medications leaving-home environment canada cars stop crying gone misery trapped lonely sad crazy insane dying mental-illness nostalgia

Rebecca McNutt

7540218

It is closer to the truth to say that God is crazy than that God is reasonable. I suspect God merely smiles when someone calls him crazy, but shakes His head and frowns when someone calls Him reasonable.

christianity spirituality god philosophy reasonable jesus-shock theology crazy

Peter Kreeft

b789e92

"She dances a little jig. "This would make one hell of a TV show, huh?" "Yeah. But no one would believe it." I should let it go. But it's like the hole, like the door, and I have to know. Or at least, I have to ask. "Hey, Dulcie, was any of that real?" She finishes her dance and the wings come to rest. "Who's to say what's real or not?" "Yeah, but--my barometer on reality, not so good since I started going crazy. "Yeah, well, who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?"

people life crazy

Libba Bray

348e3ac

They roared into the Lincoln Tunnel. A wild, inexplicable excitement mounted in Therese as she stared through the windshield. She wished the tunnel might cave in and kill them both, that their bodies might be dragged out together. She felt Carol glancing at her from time to time.

romantic die-together to-die-by-your-side patricia-highsmith the-price-of-salt wild crazy

Patricia Highsmith

5766731

I'll go from world to world until I find a time and place where you can come awake in safety. And I'll tell your story to my people, so that perhaps in time the can forgive you, too. The way that you've forgiven me.

life love truth forgivness ender comprehension genius regret crazy

Orson Scott Card

9c379a9

I made a circular motion with my finger around my temple to indicate I thought this guy was crazy, forgetting that there was no one in the room to see this circular motion except him. He saw it and frowned.

circular frowned motion crazy

John Swartzwelder

8c86e29

You said she's a senior? Babe we're ALL crazy.

romance funny love senior you girl gossip crazy

Cecily von Ziegesar

2b664bd

THIS IS WHY He will never be given to wonder much if he was the mouth for some cruel force that said it. But if he were (this will comfort her) less than one moment out of millions had he meant it. So many years and so many turns they had swerved around the subject. And he will swear for many more the kitchen and everything in it vanished -- the oak table, their guests, the refrigerator door he had been surely propped against-- all changed to rusted ironwork and ash except in the center in her linen caftan: she was not touched. He remembers the silence before he spoke and her nodding a little, as if in the meat of this gray waste here was the signal for him to speak what they had long agreed, what somewhere they had prepared together. And this one moment in the desert of ash stretches into forever. They had been having a dinner party. She had been lonely. A friend asked her almost joking if she had ever felt really crazy, and when she started to unwind her answer in long, lovely sentences like scarves within her he saw this was the way they 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 left and she screams as he comes near her.

poetry desperation crazy

Michael Ryan

5abc8b6

","I am not crazy, my reality is just different from yours."-Cheshire Cat"

reality-sucks wonderland crazy

Lewis Carroll

4aa2ec1

I'm seventeen and I'm crazy.

ray-bardbury fahrenheit-451 mgg seventeen teenagers crazy

Ray Bradbury

f10b249

"You should find something better to do with your time," Mandy told him. "I spend my time shooting people, and then I take them to darkrooms and blow them up." "...Come again?" Alecto questioned with a tone of alarm in his voice. "I take photographs and develop them myself, I've got my own darkroom... it was a joke," Mandy laughed. "I love photography and I'm gonna be a photojournalist someday." "Really?" Alecto asked. For the first time since she'd met him, he sounded slightly enthusiastic. "...I take photographs and I film my own home movies, I have a darkroom as well... but I can't be a photojournalist like you... I can't be anything... still, at least I can take photographs, it's fun."

photography murder friends funny humor april-fool-s blow-up chemical dark-room demented instamatic nikon photography-humor home-movies kodak darkroom super-8 disturbing develop camera enthusiasm shoot weird film strange hilarious joke crazy insane

Rebecca McNutt

bcf6d9e

He had become completely mad in his movements; He seemed to be doing everything at the same time. It was a shaking of the head, up and down, sideways; jerky, vigorous hands; quick walking, sitting, crossing the legs, uncrossing, getting up, rubbing the hands, rubbing his fly, hitching his pants, looking up and saying 'Am,' and sudden slitting of the eyes to see everywhere; and all the time he was grabbing me by the ribs and talking, talking

mad energy crazy

Jack Kerouac

b22690a

You don't know what would have happened if I hadn't pushed. Nobody knows. I did it the way I did it, and it worked. Above all, it worked.

life love push ender genius crazy

Orson Scott Card

0ff366f

"In my dreams," said Ender, "I'm never sure whether I'm really me."

dreams ender genius person crazy

Orson Scott Card

492a5ab

Live by yourself and you bound to talk yourself and when ye commence that folks start it up that you're light in the head. But I reckon it's all right to talk to a dog since most folks do even if a dog don't understand and cain't answer if he did.

dogs solitude hermits talking-to-yourself crazy pets

Cormac McCarthy

ba2c2dc

"If you're looking for fast driving there's a dragway in the southwestern part of the county. It opens next week." "Do you race there?" he asks. "Yes." And I plan on spending a lot of time there over the next six weeks. "Isaiah." Beth attempts to step in between us, but Logan angles himself so that she can't. "That's not why I brought him here." An insane glint strikes the guy's eyes and all of a sudden, I feel a connection to him. A twitch of his lips shows he might be my kind of crazy. "How fast do the cars there go?" "Some guys hit speeds of 120 mph in an eighth mile." "No!" Beth stomps her foot. "No. I promised Ryan nothing crazy would happen. Logan, this is not why I brought you here." "Have you hit those speeds?" He swats his hand at Beth as if she's a fly, earning my respect. Most guys would be terrified of having their balls ripped off and handed to them for dismissing Beth like that. "Not driving my car, I haven't," I answer honestly. But I hope to with Rachel's car, and with mine, after a few modifications. "Speed can be bought. Just depends on how much you want to spend." Logan offers his hand. "I'm Logan." "Isaiah," I say as we shake. "Shit," mumbles Beth."

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Katie McGarry

b8b2676

"Why did you revive me?" Alecto repeated. "Well... uh, well...." Mandy hesitated, her voice full of sudden misery. "They say there are five stages of grief, you know... five stages. denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Not in any particular order. Anyhow, I denied your death, I was angry about it, I bargained with Mearth to try and get her to un-bury your site and I was depressed about the whole ordeal. One thing I just froze up on though was acceptance. I just couldn't accept your death. It was really cruel the way you died, and I missed you so much... Mearth, my parents, the cops, Dr. Pottie, they all thought I was crazy. When people think you're crazy, that label automatically dehumanizes you, because people can use it to discredit everything you say with, "oh, pay no mind to her, she's just this crazy lunatic with a dead imaginary friend." I just wanted to do something, anything to make it all go away, and I decided that I wanted to revive you."

mourning grief loss depression death sadness friendship bargaining discredit imaginary-friend revival dehumanization death-of-a-loved-one anger denial help friend crazy lunatic dying

Rebecca McNutt

9e58fb9

"It's all in my mind. I'm in my right mind now, and my right mind is crazy. "You need to wake up, Ella." The words are a command I cannot obey."

mind in-my-mind ella-shepard wake-up crazy

Beth Revis

aaf1944

She wasn't blotto, she was plotting.

lightbulbs plotting girl crazy

Susanna Kaysen

3b59e5f

"Or... maybe I'm not going crazy. "Maybe I'm some sort of android-cyborg-clone-thing, and I'm just breaking down. I'm not sure which way is worse. Dad laughs. "You're not in your right mind, dear," he says. "No, no, no, you're not." And then-- --Silence. Dad fades away. The reverie chair disappears. There's just blackness. I remember then that I am in the reverie of something dead. Whatever that thing was, it was dead. And, just as I'm starting to wonder if, perhaps, I have died, too, I see a light, far away in the corner of the dreamscape. The light isn't soft; it's not glowing. It crackles like silent lightning, burning with electricity, sparks flying out and fizzling in the dark. I don't know why--it makes no sense, the way dreams often don't--but I want to touch the light. So I do."

mind silence light breaking-down dreamscape reverie blackness dead crazy

Beth Revis

2349be7

A career in the arts can make anyone crazy.

career crazy

Christopher Bram