Libba Bray Quotes

Men are so necessarily mad, that not to be mad would amount to another form of madness.

I like wee arguments, I've never been into jokes. I'm more into strange things and madness and things escalating and things not really making sense.

The trouble with fiction," said John Rivers, "is that it makes too much sense. Reality never makes sense.

Sanity? Sorry, but I don't remember having such a useless thing in the first place.

Humor is reason gone mad.

I think everybody's nuts.

In the sphere of thought, absurdity and perversity remain the masters of the world, and their dominion is suspended only for brief periods.

Politics is the food of sense exposed to the hunger of folly.

I look out the chair while eating my pillow. I open the wall, I walk with my ears. I have ten eyes to walk with and two fingers to look with. I put my head on the floor to sit down, I put my bottom on the ceiling. After eating the music box, I spread jam on the rug for a great dessert.

I never cared so much about making perfect sense. I wanted to make perfect nonsense.

Men will always be mad, and those who think they can cure them are the maddest of all.

The only really sane person in there is Igor, and possibly the turnip. And I'm not sure about the turnip.

No more rhymes now I mean it!” “Anybody want a peanut?” “AAHH!

I don't know why people expect art to make sense. They accept the fact that life doesn't make sense.

If the sleep of reason produces monsters, what does the sleep of unreason produce?

Absurdity is what I like most in life.

The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in a many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.

I have complete faith in the continued absurdity of whatever’s going on.

The world stands on absurdities, and without them perhaps nothing at all would happen.

All people are insane. They will do anything at any time, and God help anybody who looks for reasons.

Resisting madness is the maddest way of being mad.

It has always seemed to me that my existence consisted purely and exclusively of nothing but the most outrageous nonsense.

Not everyone is capable of madness; and of those lucky enough to be capable, not many have the courage for it.

Our universe is ruled by random whim, inhabited by people who laugh at logic.