Seanan McGuire Quotes

Not crazy in a 'let's paint the kitchen bright red!' sort of way. But crazy in a 'gas oven, toothpaste sandwich, I am God' sort of way. Gone were the days when she would stand on the deck lighting lemon-scented candles without then having to eat the wax.p28

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

Insanity makes the rivers flow.

When you are insane, you are busy being insane-all the time ... when I was crazy, that was all I was.

Madness breeds madness.

What frightens us most in a madman is his sane conversation.

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.

'Insanity... I like it."

Madness has its own dynamism. It just goes on.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

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

Sanity calms, but madness is more interesting.

The human race consists of the dangerously insane and such as are not.

One tended to lose one’s bearings in the presence of willful and persistent acts of craziness, and the more gentle the act, the crazier it seemed, as if rage and violence, being closer to the norm, were easier to accommodate.

If you went crazy, would you know it?

First sign of madness, talking to your own head.

Oh! thou who are greatly mad, deign to spare me who am less mad.

Ham shook his head, sitting down, pouring himself something to drink. "I don't get it, El. Why'd she attack him?" "She's loony," Spook said.

Insanity is catching.

Plenty of crazy people in New York. There are so many crazy people here, I think it's like one out of every one person is completely out of their mind.

Eccentricty had flowered into madness.

Insanity hovered close at hand, like an eager waiter at an expensive restaurant.

I say, Watson,’ he whispered, ‘would you be afraid to sleep in the same room as a lunatic, a man with softening of the brain, an idiot whose mind has lost its grip?’ ‘Not in the least,’ I answered in astonishment. ‘Ah, that’s lucky,’ he said, and not another word would he utter that night.

Madness slunk in through a chink in History. It only took a moment.

I've written this song called 'Insania' - it's a mix of Insane and Mania, and even though it's a made up word you instantly know what it means!