“Many people want to know why their families… or others… are or were insane. But the answers are too simple to grasp, too obvious, so much so as to seem a cliche if i announced.

I will say this, however, I am insane. Everyone I have ever known is insane, each in their own way and to differing degrees. The big secret is vast and profuse: insanity is, by and large, what it is to be human at all, and those we call insane are merely having an experience that points this out to the rest of us, who are comfortable in our everyday insanity.

To us, they seem alien, but trust me when I say, they are simply our own already present alienation, staring back at us, unacknowledged.

Though I should cease there, I will say more: language and culture are diseases, and they breed insanity in human beings like mold on damp bread stored too long in the dark.”

— an anonymous informant