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...

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

If you try to hold people to your standard of conduct you will go mad with disappointment and grief.

I have felt the wind on the wing of madness.

The two halves of my barely whole being rioted, chained in place and snarling in protest of the other’s presence. The bondage allowed them just close enough to drive each other to venomous rebellion, yet...

She screamed. Her screaming was beautiful. But, truth be told he missed the crying.

If I am mad, it is mercy! May the gods pity the man who in his callousness can remain sane to the hideous end!

Almost every day I can feel myself suffering mainly in the head, I can explain the pain to myself but knowing it comes from an inflammation of my imagination doesn’t prevent it being reality itself....

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...

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.