Alan Moore Quotes

If he were a man of strong mind, it only gave him fits; but a person of mere average intellect it usually sent mad.

In an insane world, sanity made very little sense.

-You are on the verge of being truly mad. -No, not at all. Look at me. I can tie my shoelaces. See?

And everyone must lose his mind, everyone must! The sooner the better! It is essential — I know it.

Sanity brings pain but madness is a vile thing.

In an age of madness, to expect to be untouched by madness is a form of madness. But the pursuit of sanity can be a form of madness, too

Resisting madness is the maddest way of being mad.

I have lived one step away from losing my mind for years. I am quick and accurate in spotting unstable streaks in others.

To be sane in a world of madman is in itself madness.

Madness passed me by, she smiled hi. I nodded.

Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.

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

Most men are within a finger's breadth of being mad.

Men are mad most of their lives; few live sane, fewer die so. The acts of people are baffling unless we realize that their wits are disordered. Man is driven to justice by his lunacy.

I had no idea there was such a thin line between sanity and insanity. I got pushed right to the edge by tragedy in my life, and I couldn't stand up; I couldn't recover.

Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?" Malvolio: "Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused. I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art." Feste: "But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in you wits than a fool.

I think it's probably a good thing to be considered stable, but with a capacity for madness.

Raving mad is quite easy. You just chew up the scenery or something. It's quiet mad that's hard.

If I have not lost my mind I can sometimes hear it preparing to defect

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

It's true we're all a little insane.

We're all not quite as sane as we pretend to be.

Her sanity was a fragile thing, a butterfly cupped in her hands, that she carried with her everywhere, afraid of what would happen if she let it go-or got careless and crushed it.

The funny part of it all is that relatively few people seem to go crazy, relatively few even a little crazy or even a little weird, relatively few, and those few because they have nothing to do that is to say they have nothing to do or they do not do anything that has anything to do with the war only with food and cold and little things like that.

All I want to be is normally insane.