People tell the world you're crazy, and all your protests to the contrary just confirm what they're saying. Once you're declared insane, then anything you do is called part of that insanity. Reasonable protests are denial. Valid fears, paranoia.
But there are times... when suddenly you realize you're nearer the end than the beginning. And you wonder, you ask yourself, what the sum total of your life represents. What difference your being there at any time made to anything - or if it made any difference at all, really. Particularly in comparison with other men's careers. I don't know whether that kind of thinking's very healthy, but I must admit I've had some thoughts on those lines from time to time.
Favorite quote: “If there's anybody out there that can look around this demented slaughterhouse of a world we live in, and tell me that man is a noble creature, believe me: that man is full of bullshit.”(Network, 1976)
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