At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.

All love stories are not same, perhaps a little madness makes it special.

In how many minds should I go crazy? Whom should I ask?

In this atmosphere Where you have to go perennially crazy only to survive, Which auspicious moment should I choose to become mad?

The fine line between genius and madness is a punch line. Duck, you idiot!

He came through the door howling, an axe arched high over his head. His eyes danced in madness, stuck fast on the two of them kissing, caught in their embrace and unaware of him. For...

You don’t understand, you fool’ says Yegor, looking dreamily up at the sky. ‘You’ve never understood what kind of person I am, nor will you in a million years… You just think I’m a mad...

The bast, dispersing in shreds in the sunset whispered “Time has begun.” The son, Adam, stripped naked, descended into the Old Testament of his native land and arrayed himself in bast; a wreath of roadside...

Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, one by one.

Writing is a solitary existence, especially if you forget to chat to your friends – sorry, I meant characters.

There is a duality to darkness known only to those who’ve been infected by its touch. Everyone knows the shadows: shallow, comfortable, mostly harmless places where one might nest for a night. But the depths...

When faced with unbridled wildness of reality, dinosaurs fall into fevered delusions of grandeur. In fits of madness, they recreate the world in their own overblown image, bull-dozing the wild and replacing it with a...

In a town like London there are always plenty of not quite certifiable lunatics walking the streets, and they tend to gravitate towards bookshops, because a bookshop is one of the few places where you...

I was in the situation of someone who has assumed, all his life, that madness was on eway, and suddenly in its grip, discovers that it is not only different from the way he’d imagined...

Unmoor the boat, we could go…downriver…History is a collection of found objects washed up through time. Goods, ideas, personalities surface towards us and then sink away and some we hook out and others we ignore....

You are seeing a kind of dot-com madness.

There is madness in youth, but sometimes a god inspires it.

Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June. But January is your third most common month for madness.

Her world fragmented into dozens of sharp, cutting shards, shedding the salty blood and saltier tears that ringed the bitter cocktail of her despair. She was caterpillar and butterfly, both, caught in a cocoon of...

Madness is a matter of perspective, little dreamer.

Actors are able to trick themselves into treating anything as if it’s fantastic. It’s a kind of madness really.

Madness is loving the unsolvable puzzle of your soul and replacing the lost pieces with my own.

Men are so inevitably mad that not to be mad would be to give a mad twist to madness.

[defines a madman as] a man who preferred to become mad,in the socially accepted sense of the word, rather than forfeit a certain superior idea of human honor.

I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely.

Pain is usually all on the surface, but this terror is internal; not just a hurt, but a new language of feeling.

Madness is a regenerating thing. Like a phoenix, when one strand dies, another burns anew.

Madness plants mirrors in the desert. I find the means frightening.

A little madness shows the way to happiness.A little kindness can heal the sadness.

Indeed, in that sense we’re all rather often almost like mad people, only with the slight difference that the ‘sick’ are somewhat madder than we are, so that it’s necessary to draw a line here.

The attendance of that brother was now become like the attendance of a demon on some devoted being that had sold himself to destruction

Love is never enough. Madness is enough. It is complete, sufficient unto itself. You can only stand outside it as a woman might stand outside a prison in which her lover is locked up. From...

I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.

Nobody wants to know how you feel, yet, they want you to do what they feel.

Call it sentimentality. Call it curiosity. Just don’t call it madness.

Gavin, I can’t talk to you here. People will call me crazy.”My imaginary friend smirked. “But you’re already talking to me.””Well, I have to stop.”His smirk grew cocky. “I doubt you can resist.”And he was...

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts. One brief house of madness and joy!

I was, a near grown man, sat in his dank, dark and rickety digs, feverishly hovering about the glare of a computer screen like a disorientated moth, one searching for a flaming light of recognition...

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

Notre devoir n’est pas de nous débarrasser du fou, mais de débarrasser le fou de sa folie.

You understand the logic behind the illogical, Alyssa. It’s in your nature to find tranquility amid the madness. And that’s what we’re doing here. We are giving our food a fighting chance.

There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.

Something Simon composed years ago is playing on someone else’s personal headphones; it’s a man sat opposite him in the waiting room. He believes the man is destroying his piece by reading a car magazine...

Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form.

The Mad Scene. Enter Ophelia!

I AM come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion. Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest...

Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!

Perhaps it was a passing moment of madness after all. There is no trace of it any more. My odd feelings of the other week seem to me quite ridiculous today: I can no longer...

…look up and see the madnessorganized in the stars.

Whose Daddy’s Little Girl Now?