China Mieville Quotes

There is a very intimate connection between hypnotic phenomena and religion.

The Mad Monk

Troops of furies march in the drunkard's triumph.

There is no art without intoxication. But I mean a mad intoxication! Let reason teeter! Delirium!

Oh you, unceasing sun, to me Your particles communicate The luminous essence of God, Are you our God? I do not know. Intoxicated, I say nought, Bewitched by the magic potion. I cannot differentiate Between my drunk and sober state.

No second chances in the land of a thousand dances, the valley of ten million insanities.

Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher, wiggle 'til you vomit fire.

Be drunk with LOVE, for Love is all that exists.

I have lived so long because in those moments when I am dancing, I am beyond time and space.

My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.

I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness.

It’s hard to stay away from religion when you mess with acid.

It's not demons (who at least have a human face) but Hell itself that seems to be laughing inside me, it's the croaking madness of the dead universe, the spinning cadaver of physical space, the end of all worlds blowing blackly in the wind, formless and timeless, without a God who created it, without even its own self, impossibly whirling in the absolute darkness as the one and only reality, everything.

Intent is what sends a shaman through a wall, through space, to infinity.

Hit me with your rhythm stick, it's nice to be a lunatic.

When the ghost comes round at midnight Well you both can have some fun He can drive you mad, he can make you sad He can keep you from the sun When they take him down, he'll be both safe and sound And the hand does fit the glove And no matter what they tell you, There's good and evil in everyone.

No sober person dances.

I have no desire to walk on water," said Siddhartha. "Let the old shamans satisfy themselves with such skills".

Beer must be made by food companies. It makes you wander the streets at 3 am looking for things to eat. "What's that, is it moving, get it!! It's a nun! Fry her!! Fry her!"

Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.

In the dark colony of night, when I consider man's magnificent capacity for malice, madness, folly, envy, rage, and destructiveness, and I wonder whether we shall not end up as breakfast for newts and polyps, I seem to hear the muffled cries of all the words in all the books with covers closed.

There is in the darkness a unity, if you will, that cannot be achieved in any other environment, a blending of self with what the self perceives, and exquisite mystical experience.

It's what we call a dolce pazzia... a sweet madness. Once you feel it, you will never want to leave it.

And I try to piece the puzzle of the universe, Split an eight of shrooms just so I could see the universe !

Olivia: What's a drunken man like, fool? Feste: Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.