When do you know you're insane? And when do you known you're sane? I think I treat a fine line between the two. It's a battle to function, but somehow I manage.
“I have a huge, active imagination, and I think I'm really scared of being alone; because if I'm left to my own devices, I'll just turn into a madwoman.”
“Putting somebody else's pants on and pretending to be somebody else is occasionally, as you grow older, horrifying.”