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No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness.

If I can only see him in madness, is it worth trying to hold onto sanity?

I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down daemons from the stars. . . . I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness. ....

Arthur felt happy. He was terribly pleased that the day was for once working out so much according to plan. Only twenty minutes ago he had decided he would go mad, and now here he...

Dear child, some stories have no morals. Sometimes darkness and madness are simply that.

Doubt … is an illness that comes from knowledge and leads to madness.

We all talk to ourselves. Those we call mad just talk a little louder.

Great wits are to madness near alliedAnd thin partitions do their bounds divide.

When your head is about to explode, you shouldn’t dare call in a psychiatrist because you’re about bringing new ideas to world that will later label you a freak.

April 43rd 2000Today is the day of great triumph. There is a king of Spain. He has been found at last. That king is me. I only discovered this today. Frankly, it all came to...

There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to...

Nūllum magnum ingenium sine mixtūrā dēmentiae fuitNo great talent without an element of madness

His terror became his companion. When it seemed to diminish, or grow easier to bear, he forced himself to remember the details of what he had said and done so that his fears returned, redoubled....

The paradox of innovation is that it is accepted as an innovation when it has become imitation.

I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul.

I am aware that humans believe they are the sole owners of this curse, but all creatures love, Dieter. Love is our one shared madness, our one shared burden. All creatures are driven against sense...

So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there’s always madness. Madness is the emergency exit.

A thick rivulet of lost blood reflects a city that will mourn but never die.

Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee, as for the time it did me. There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.

The best people are always the worst. They drive everyone mad by being so good at second-guessing everything bad.

I wonder why the wind, even the wind doth seemTo mock me now, all night, all night, andHave I strayed among the cliffs hereThey say, some day I’ll fallDown through the sea-bit fissures, and no...

Madness does not come by breaking out, but by giving in; by settling down in some dirty, little, self-repeating circle of ideas; by being tamed.

How could you get mad at someone who neither needed to attack nor was at all worried about being able to defend? It was like getting mad at Switzerland.

Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that...

Dissociation is the common response of children to repetitive, overwhelming trauma and holds the untenable knowledge out of awareness. The losses and the emotions engendered by the assaults on soul and body cannot, however be...

It was such a heavenly dream: dreamed between the reality of war and the reality of hereditary madness.

A possible link between ‘madness’ and genius is one of the oldest and most persistent of cultural notions.

All forms of madness, bizarre habits, awkwardness in society, general clumsiness, are justified in the person who creates good art.

We’re all mad, the whole damned race. We’re wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we’re all mad and in solitary confinement.

The popularity of March Madness On Demand is a testament to the significant progress of streaming video over the past few years.

The perfect being, huh? There is no such thing as perfect in this world. That may sound cliché, but it’s the truth. The average person admires perfection and seeks to obtain it. But, what’s the...

There’s always a siren, singing you to shipwreck. Some of us may be more susceptible than others are, but there’s always a siren. It may be with us all our lives, or it may be...

I got both hands on her throat and there was nothing inside me but the black madness of that desire to kill her, to close my hands until she turned purple and lay still and...

I’m a threat to anything that hurts Wonderland, including indifference.

Right now, in this dusty anti-paradise, I have absolutely no hand in the future at all.

March Madness has begun and we are very pleased to have won and advanced. I know this would have been hard for you (the media) to have not characterized it as an upset if we...

ONLY’ having the Gift, people appreciate this madness as Art. Everybody wants to have Art in their lives, but no body wants to have what the Art came out from in their lives…

There’s moisture in my madness. I should start keeping my insanity in Tupperware containers.

It seems to me madness to wake up in the morning and do something other than paint, considering that one may not wake up the following morning.

O God, I love you to the edge of madness, Venetia, but I’m not mad yet–not so mad that I don’t know how disastrous it might be to you–to us both! You don’t realize what...

The only performance that makes it, that makes it all the way is the one that achieves madness.

They burn books now, mama.The monsters burn fucking books now, mama. They have eyes full of disappointing madness. Their tongues taste like fulvous indoctrination. They teach us. Teach us sadism, hatred, lust to kill, conformity....

The life of a writer is directed by a mad impulsive muse, that can tell them to cancel all their storyline: a creative divergent devil.

Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren’t we all just a little crazy?

I don’t think I could ever see her closely,” the sentinel replied, “however close she came.” His own voice was hushed and regretful, echoing with lost chances. “She has a newness,” he said. “Everything is...

excuse my enthusiasm or rather madness, for I am really drunk with intellectual vision whenever I take a pencil or graver into my hand.

Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans. . . If reality differs from person to person, can we speak of...

Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is… Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever...

Dramatic uprising of stupidity can start from nowhere and only be seen when it reaches it’s climax.