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...

RUM, n. Generically, fiery liquors that produce madness in total abstainers.

Perhaps love is a minor madness. And as with madness, it’s unendurable alone. The one person who can relieve us is of course the sole person we cannot go to: the one we love. So...

…My point is, I went crazy. When I saw what a black, awful joke the world was. I went crazy as a coot! I admit it! Why can’t you?

Trap yourself inside your own brain, switch off the light, block all the escape routes, then turn your back on everything you know to be reality and try and survive there. Try. Living. Nowhere.

The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul. Not drowned entirely, though. Rather carried down alive to wondrous depths, where strange shapes of the unwarped primal world...

This is the story of a girl gone mad while trying to find a little bit of love.

Does God think that, because it is raining, I am not going to destroy the world? – Lope de Aguirre after going mad in the Amazon

How do people know they are sane? Can a person be gripped by lunacy, only to be released a short time later, never to relive the episode again?

My soul is a black maelstrom, a great madness spinning about a vacuum, the swirling of a vast ocean around a hole in the void, and in the waters, more like whirlwinds than waters, float...

Sometimes, to regain sanity, one had to acknowledge and embrace the madness.

I rehearsed Foucault’s argument that the presence of madness on our doorstep is good for us, for it reminds us the life we live is only one among several human possibilities.

Don’t feel better than anybody, because you feel like something. Always have it at the back of your mind that you were nothing before you became something, and that thing you supposed to be is...

Tomorrow at seven o’clock a strange phenomenon will occur: the earth is going to sit on the moon. This has also been written about by the noted English chemist Wellington. I confess, I felt troubled...

Adevărul total care nu face distincţia între nebunie şi realitate.

The normal is that which nobody quite is. If you listen to seemingly dull people very closely, you’ll see that they’re all mad in different and interesting ways, and are merely struggling to hide it.

He was clearly not the murderer whom Hawksmoor was seeking, but it was generally the innocent who confessed: in the course of many enquiries, Hawksmoor had come across those who accused themselves of crimes which...

Azhrarn the Beautiful,” said Chuz lovingly, “it is your beautiful madness I have come to see.

It’s a myth that crazy people don’t know they’re crazy. Many of us are surely as capable of epiphany and introspection as anyone else, maybe more so. I suspect we spend far more time thinking...

I don’t possess these thoughts I have — they possess me. I don’t possess these feelings I have — They obsess me.

And from the coffin of your madness there is no escape.

I have always hated lies; my own and everyone else’s.

The thoughts written on the walls of madhouses by their inmates might be worth publicizing.

People say ‘I love Artists’, but what they really know about Artists? They’ve ever thought about sharing the real madness with us? I believe those extreme passions/emotions in me separated from the real world is...

Open the door to my madness, and then climb in through the window. Be sure to knock on the door first, because I’ll be in the fridge.

Be careful how you suggest things to me. For there is in me a madness which goes beyond martyrdom, the madness of an utterly idle man.

Weird how I can feel so frail and tiny sometimes, and other times so brave and bold and reckless and free, and . . . Does everybody feel the same? When people get grown-up, do...

They called me mad, and I called them mad, and damn them, they outvoted me.

Internet makes you think that you have millions of friends, whereas you are your own friend.

I’d use the term ‘suck’ sparingly around me. Don’t want to go planting ideas in my pretty, dead head.”I threw a pillow at her.

Humans, as a rule, don’t like mad people unless they are good at painting, and only then once they are dead. But the definition of mad, on Earth, seems to be very unclear and inconsistent....

My girl was mad and I loved her. Upon a night, she read my poetry; and kissing me madly she cried, ‘You are a genius, my love!’ To which I replied, ‘My girl,’ whispering, ‘Every...

With lack of sleep and too much understanding I grow a little crazy, I think, like all men at sea who live too close to each other and too close thereby to all that is...

All great art has madness, and quite a lot of bad art has it, too.

For 25 years, countless of people have stood in front of the United Nations Climate Change conference asking our nations’ leaders to stop the emissions. But clearly this has not worked, since the emissions just...

I closed my eyes, adding dark to dark, and the wanting unfurled like the sails of a phantom ship. This could be my universe. This nowhere world, circumscribed by skin and breath, where nothing mattered...

Why should I laugh?’ asked the old man. ‘Madness in youth is true wisdom. Go, young man, follow your dream, and if you do not find the happiness that you seek, at any rate you...

wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness

No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.

Those teetering on madness hold keys to doors you know nothing about. You must ask yourself if these rooms are worth visiting—if in the end life would have made more sense having been in them.

… your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me…

I studied him and realized that madness is the last defence of the mind when it can’t hope to reconcile itself with events; I too was standing between routine and the unknowable.

Some are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon ’em.

About his madmen Mr. Lecky was no more certain. He knew less than the little to be learned of the causes or even of the results of madness. Yet for practical purposes one can imagine...