Rosie

“Let me glimpse inside your velvet bones.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“A great many men are mad, and no one knows it. They do not know it themselves”
― Agatha Christie, The Secret Adversary

“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship.”
― Herman Melville, Moby Dick

“The thoughts written on the walls of madhouses by their inmates might be worth publicizing.”
― Georg Christoph Lichtenberg