Asylum

It was a house for those who could not take care of themselves, for those who heard voices, who had strange thoughts and did strange things. The house was meant to keep them in. Once they came, they never left.

No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.

In a mad world only the mad are sane.

Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.

If someone tells you you're crazy enough times, eventually it becomes true. It's that old psychiatrist's joke: insanity's all in your head.

Even in his sleep he couldn't escape.

There is, I think, a way in which my ideas can live forever. All men seek immortality in their own way, either through a legacy of children carrying their name and genetic material, through architecture, through science, and this now is simply my search for a legacy like no other." - Asylum, Madeleine Roux

Sometimes, Dan, friends have to take a stand and say: Hey, idiot, we’re here for you no matter what. We’re not going to disappear when you get grumpy or angry, we’re in this for the long haul. We’re in this for each other.

I wish this were just a nightmare that we could wake up from.

A truly great life. That is what humanity deserves. Not an average life, not even a normal one-a life in which genius is not an anomaly but an expectation. But to achieve such things

As much as he liked the idea of having best friends with whom he could share anything. it was like all he knew how to be was alone, apart.

He was many things right now. and he felt like he was being pulled in a million conflicting directions.

Abby's eyes seemed almost as vacant as those of the girl in the photograph. Then a shiver came over her and she blinked. Gently, almost affectionately, she put the picture back on the wall. She touched it one last time and said, "Poor little bird. I wonder if she ever escaped her cage.

They built it out of stone—dark gray stone, pried loose from the unforgiving mountains. It was a house for those who could not take care of themselves, for those who heard voices, who had strange thoughts and did strange things. The house was meant to keep them in. Once they came, they never left.

They are walking the line between genius and insanity.

It was a fight against the madness, he felt like he was losing. Maybe he already had...

Q: How do you kill a hydra? A: You strike at its heart.

The cursor changed to the spinning wheel of sadness.

A truly great life. That is what humanity deserves. Not an average life, not even a normal one—a life in which genius is not an anomaly but an expectation.

The thing about memories was, you never could control when they came up again.

The house was meant to keep them in. Once they came, they never left.

No deberías desperdiciar tu vida soñando con otra diferente

If this was a fight against madness, he felt like he was losing. Maybe he already had.