A delusion starts like any other idea, as an egg. Identical on the outside, perfectly formed. From the shell, you’d never know anything was wrong. It’s what’s inside that matters.
You know the most dangerous thing about schizophrenia? The most dangerous thing is believing you don’t have it. That’s the trick. The mind killer. Your disease convinces you, you don’t have it. So, for example, one day in the hospital, you meet a girl and she has some friends and they tell you you’re not sick. You have super powers. And more than anything, you wanna believe it because that means you’re not crazy. It means you can fall in love and live happily ever after. But you know if you believe it if you surrender to the hope and you’re wrong, then you’re never coming back.[to Syd]
When you become my age, you realize it’s not about the thing done. It’s the beauty of the plan.[to Oliver]
What is the universe without each sunrise? That’s how we judge our gods, not on their math but their poetry.
Human beings are the only animal that forms ideas about their world. We perceive it not through our bodies but through our minds. We must agree on what is real. Because of this, we are the only animal on Earth that goes mad.
Where the pessimist sees danger hiding behind every back, the optimist sees friendship. Which is why, when we encounter coincidence, we often see conspiracy.
We moved through a city of normals, soldiers in a secret war. We were the ghosts in a haunted house, the golem of myth. To the normal, we were just superstition, make-believe. Sometimes it felt like that to us too. To me, I was a woman who couldn’t be touched, in love with a man who wasn’t there. What was real?