Jim Butcher Quotes

Does the madman know he is mad? Or are the madmen those who insist o. Convincing him of his unreason in order to safeguard their own idea of reality?

Let us consider that we are all insane. It will explain us to each other. It will unriddle many riddles

You only have one thing in your mind, and that is your mind; once that's gone, your whole reality is distorted.

I know I am delusional at times, but I'm not completely-out-of-touch delusional.

That's what being crazy was, wasn't it? You thought you were fine. Everyone else knew better.

My mother isn't crazy. She simply has a harder time than most reconciling her reality with everyone else's reality.

I'm insane, not forgetful.

A lot of the time I'm semi-insane, but there is a slight bit of intelligence there.

There's still always the possibility that I've gone totally, clinically cuckoo. But somehow I don't think so anymore. An article I once read said that crazy people don't worry about being crazy - that's the whole problem.

Crazy people are not crazy if one accepts their reasoning.

One person's crazyness is another person's reality.

Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.

If I know I'm going crazy, I must not be insane.

Madmen always think it's the others who are mad.

Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally.

Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid

Awareness of insanity does not make one any less insane. Awareness of drowning does not make one any less of a drowning person--it only adds the burden of panic

I can no longer be sure whether the psyche is in me or whether I'm in the psyche.

Who’s to say that it takes something like a drug to mess with your perception of reality? How did Hitler deceive a nation? How can one group of people look at the world and see one thing, and another see something completely different? One sees a town, another sees a desert. One sees beauty, another sees chaos.” The skin of this world,” he said quietly.

There is the old catch-22 line that a mentally unstable person can't know, as per their illness, that they are unstable. But that was wrong. You can and do have the insight to see your own crazy.

If you’re not crazy there’s something wrong with you. Willie Nelson

Acid gave me a clinical, unblinking look at madness, and I discovered I wasn't brave enough to be insane.

In the past we have always assumed that the external world around us has represented reality, however confusing or uncertain, and that the inner world of our minds, its dreams, hopes, ambitions, represented the realm of fantasy, and the imagination. These roles, it seems to me, have been reversed. The most prudent and effective method of dealing with the world around us is to assume that it is a complete fiction - conversely, the one small node of reality left to us is inside of our own heads.

Even if one understands that what one is doing is mad, it is indeed still madness -

Imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, " This is an interesting world I find myself in, an interesting hole I find myself in; fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well! It must have been made to have me in it!