You be my Arthur Miller, I will be your Marilyn Munroe.

Love: the sickest of Irony’s sick jokes. The place where logic and order go to die.

(Christopher Moore)

Would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?

(Douglas Adams)

 

I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.

(Ernest Hemingway)

If you think anyone is sane you just don’t know enough about them.

(Christopher Moore) 

Today is declared an unscheduled holiday.

(Lois Lowry)

 

…but my lonely is mine. Now your lonely is somebody else’s. Made by somebody else and handed to you. Ain’t that something? A secondhand lonely.

(Toni Morrison)

We even make ourselves up, fusing what we are with what we wish into what we must become. I’m not sure why it must be so, but it is.

(Robert Fulgham)

What was God thinking when he created a guy this handsome? He wasn’t a gift to womankind, he was a torture device.

(Janette Rallison)

‘That proves you are unusual,’ returned the Scarecrow; ‘and I am convinced that the only people worthy of consideration in this world are the unusual ones. For the common folks are like the leaves of a tree, and live and die unnoticed.’

(L. Frank Baum)

Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.

(Rohinton Mistry)

 When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement.

(Mary Oliver)

Go then if you must, but remember, no matter how foolish your deeds, those who love you will love you still.

(Sophocles)

 

 I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.

(Mary Oliver)

There is nothing to fear except the power you give to your own demons.

(Sally Gardner)