The only people for me are the mad ones the ones who are mad to live mad to talk mad to be saved desirous of everything at the same time the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn burn burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everyone goes Awww!
MAD adj. Affected with a high degree of intellectual independence; at odds with the majority; in short unusual. It is noteworthy that persons are pronounced mad by officials destitute of evidence that themselves are sane.
Such is the stuff of waking nightmares incipient madness the sort of now-bewildered but soon-to-be-deranged thoughts that cause once well-balanced people to peek under their beds at night suspect that their phones are tapped and in time become certain that sinister forces are monitoring their every move. Maybe its the government maybe its the Trilateral Commission maybe its the saucer people. You cant trust anyone because anyone and everyone may be one of Them or on of Their Agents. And pretty soon you begin writing long letters to the editor of Scientific American or maybe you dont because the editors are probably part of the conspiracy too. And you think about lining your room with aluminum foil to keep the radio waves out and at night you roam the streets spray-painting mystic symbols on the walls to repel strange forces and all the while you gibber to yourself and what you say makes sense to you if to no one else and in the end you put your belongings in a shopping bag better to be mobile and you look for a dark place you can hide during the daylight hours because They are out there and They are searching and They want you in their crosshairs. . . . The headshrinkers call it paranoia and when it gets bad they put you away. Because after all people who think everyone in the world wants to kill them can be dangerous.
I cannot here avoid giving my most decided sufferage in favour of the moral qualities of maniacs. I have no where met excepting in romances with fonder husbands more affectionate parents more impassioned … than in the lunatic asylum during their intervals of calmness and reason.
We are mad not only individually but nationally. We check manslaughter and isolated murders; but what of war and the much vaunted crime of slaughtering whole peoples?
The only difference between me and a madman is that I am not mad.
It is much more comfortable to be mad and know it than to be sane and have ones doubts.
Sanity is a madness put to good use.
The only people for me are the mad ones the ones who are mad to live mad to talk mad to be saved desirous of everything at the same time the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn burn burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everyone goes Awww!
I am not concerned that I am not known I seek to be worthy to be known.
Most men are within a fingers breadth of being mad.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness starving hysterical naked.
I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.
MAD adj. Affected with a high degree of intellectual independence; at odds with the majority; in short unusual. It is noteworthy that persons are pronounced mad by officials destitute of evidence that themselves are sane.
I am not what I think I am. I am not what you think I am. I am what I think you think I am.
We all agree that your theory is crazy. The question which divides us is whether it is crazy enough.
I suppose it is much more comfortable to be mad and not know it than to be sane and have ones doubts.
I am not ashamed to confess I am ignorant of what I do not know.
Such is the stuff of waking nightmares incipient madness the sort of now-bewildered but soon-to-be-deranged thoughts that cause once well-balanced people to peek under their beds at night suspect that their phones are tapped and in time become certain that sinister forces are monitoring their every move. Maybe its the government maybe its the Trilateral Commission maybe its the saucer people. You cant trust anyone because anyone and everyone may be one of Them or on of Their Agents. And pretty soon you begin writing long letters to the editor of Scientific American or maybe you dont because the editors are probably part of the conspiracy too. And you think about lining your room with aluminum foil to keep the radio waves out and at night you roam the streets spray-painting mystic symbols on the walls to repel strange forces and all the while you gibber to yourself and what you say makes sense to you if to no one else and in the end you put your belongings in a shopping bag better to be mobile and you look for a dark place you can hide during the daylight hours because They are out there and They are searching and They want you in their crosshairs. . . . The headshrinkers call it paranoia and when it gets bad they put you away. Because after all people who think everyone in the world wants to kill them can be dangerous.
Mad as a march hare.
A man must be a little mad if he does not want to be even more stupid.
Madness is rare in individuals but in groups parties nations and ages it is the rule.
Men are so necessarily mad that not to be mad would amount to another form of madness.
I cannot here avoid giving my most decided sufferage in favour of the moral qualities of maniacs. I have no where met excepting in romances with fonder husbands more affectionate parents more impassioned … than in the lunatic asylum during their intervals of calmness and reason.
We are mad not only individually but nationally. We check manslaughter and isolated murders; but what of war and the much vaunted crime of slaughtering whole peoples?