John Boyne Quotes

I'm very emotional; I think I may go mad in several years' time.

And the pleasures and rewards of the intellect are inseparable from angst, uncertainty, conflict and even despair.

I've been outta my mind a long time.

If I lose my mind again and I tell you that I'm thinking of getting married, I want you to put me in a straight jacket and take me to the beach at high tide.

Zaphod felt he was teetering on the edge of madness and wondered if he shouldn't just jump over and have done with it.

Is he mad? Anyway there's something on his mind, as sure as there must be something on a deck when it cracks.

I was so surprised, astonished, when I lost my mind, because I didn't think that I ever would. I assumed I would always be just fine.

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

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

I found solitary confinement the most forbidding aspect of prison life. There is no end and no beginning; there is only one's mind, which can begin to play tricks. Was that a dream or did it really happen? One begins to question everything.

Dear Die-ary, today I stuffed some dolls full of dead rats I put in the blender. I'm wondering if, maybe, there really is something wrong with me.

I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse.

A body seriously out of equilibrium, either with itself or with its environment, perishes outright. Not so a mind. Madness and suffering can set themselves no limit.

It is for the inconsistent, unsteady disciples whose cheese is falling off their cracker.

I think I am mad sometimes.

Man is an animal that cannot long be left in safety without occupation; the growth of his fallow nature is apt to run into weeds.

In youth there are always two forces fighting in people. The warm unthinking little animal struggles against the thing that reflects and remembers

Study detains the mind by the perpetual occurrence of something new, which may gratefully strike the imagination.

Stress is the negative whirlwind of emotions that gets imposed on top of our stimulation and engagement.

They've lost their minds.

That's the terrible part. I swear to God I'm a madman.

I'm like one of those firecrackers that goes off in your pocket occasionally. I'm not really struggling with it as much as the people around me. But at least I'm not doing too much damage to anybody or to myself. It's just the condition I'm aware of.

How clear the realization one is going mad -- the mind has a silence, nothing happens in the physique, urine gathers in your loins, your ribs contract.

Mattie sat at the table, obsessing, orbiting around herself. She was sick of her worried, hostile mind. It would have killed her long before, she felt, if it hadn't needed the transportation.