So what? All writers are lunatics!
Everything gets to me. I'm very sentimental.
Let's run away to Venice, and hide out in an old movie theater. We can dye our hair blonde, so no one will ever find us!
The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls.
Hey, don't take this the wrong way, but don't come back, ok?
I'm perfectly happy to know the world at secondhand. It's a lot safer.