No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness.
A knight errant who turns mad for a reason deserves neither merit nor thanks. The thing is to do it without cause
The madman is the man who has lost everything except his reason.
The human race consists of the dangerously insane and such as are not.
Samuel Langhorne Clemens, 1835-1910
In the Renaissance, madness was present everywhere and mingled with every experience by its images or its dangers. During the classical period, madness was shown, but on the other side of bars; if present, it was at a distance, under the eyes of a reason that no longer felt any relation to it and that would not compromise itself by too close a resemblance. Madness had become a thing to look at: no longer a monster inside oneself, but an animal with strange mechanisms, a bestiality from which man had long since been suppressed.
I worked with sociopaths and psychopaths in a mental hospital, and in my opinion, Casey Anthony is not emotionally stable.
They've lost their minds.
An undevout astronomer is mad.
There is no great genius without some touch of madness.
To want to become the President is, I think, such a bizarre ambition that it is automatically deranging.
The more crazy a person is, the more interesting the person is.
Times of my life, brief periods without music, have completely felt dangerously over the edge.
And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot.
Most comedians are borderline psychotic. It's what makes their work interesting.
I don't mean that creative people are somehow finer, or more sensitive, and thus have finer, more sensitive nervous breakdowns - you can save that horseshit for the Sylvia Plath worshipers. It's just that creative people have creative breakdowns.
No, my friend. We are lunatics from the hospital up the highway, psycho-ceramics, the cracked pots of mankind. Would you like me to decipher a Rorschach for you?
His mind was like a soup dish, wide and shallow; it could hold a small amount of nearly anything, but the slightest jarring spilled the soup into somebody's lap
When you are insane, you are busy being insane - all the time.
The constant flux and caprice of mental events do not admit of the establishment of stable experimental conditions.
Insanity is a very high art form. If everyone was insane, I wouldn't be here!
You should never argue with a crazy mind, you ought to know my now.
I live alone, perhaps for no good reason, for the reason that I am an impossible creature, set apart by a temperament I have never learned to use as it could be used, thrown off by a word, a glance, a rainy day, or one drink too many. My need to be alone is balanced against my fear of what will happen when suddenly I enter the huge empty silence if I cannot find support there. I go up to Heaven and down to Hell in an hour, and keep alive only by imposing upon myself inexorable routines. I write too many letters and too few poems.
I've been insane from a very early age.
I have a fear of letting my mind wander. I'm afraid it might not come back.
We swung between madness and suicide ... it was beautiful!