Monika

“The boredom of insanity
was a great desert, so great that anyone's violence or
agony seemed an oasis, and the brief simple moments of
companionship seemed like a rain in the desert that was
numbered and counted and remembered long after it was
gone.”
― Joanne Greenberg, I Never Promised You a Rose Garden

“The centipede was happy, quite, Until a toad in fun Said, “Pray, which leg goes after which?” This worked his mind to such a pitch, He lay distracted in a ditch, Considering how to run.”
― Alan Wilson Watts, The Way of Zen