If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh; otherwise they'll kill you.
We can regard our life as a uselessly disturbing episode in the blissful repose of nothingness.
Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.
They have coined me as “mad” and entitled themselves to “normal” because I refuse to align with their beliefs and mannerisms. If I am mad because of this, then perhaps “madness” is simply a pair of powerful spectacles and “normalness” is mental myopia.