Crazy and Mad - Quotes
I think we must all be mad, and we shall awaken to sanity in straight jackets.
Sift through my insanity and revel in my greatness.
A dream's a wish your heart makes... close your eyes and become the nightmare.
I have everything in this world figured out, except people.
Alice tried another question. "What sort of people live about here?"
"In THAT direction," the Cat said, waving its right paw round, "lives a Hatter: And in THAT direction," waving the other paw, "lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad."
"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
Alice in Wonderland
There was never a genius without a tincture of madness.
Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you.
A psychatrist is someone who hopefully finds out what makes a person tick before they explode.
How do we know that the sky is not green and we are all colour-blind?
... Two and two are four. Sometimes, Winston. Sometimes they are five. Sometimes they are three. Sometimes they are all of them at once. You must try harder. It is not easy to become sane.
The extreme limit of wisdom - that is what the public calls madness.
I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.
Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad.
A lifetime of happiness! No man alive could bear it: it would be hell on earth.
It's useful that there should be Gods, so let's believe there are.
Had I been present at the creation, I would have given some useful hints for the better ordering of the universe.
I have a most peaceable disposition. My desires are for a modest hut, a thatched roof, but a good bed, good food, very fresh milk and butter, flowers in front of my window and a few pretty trees by my door. And should the good Lord wish to make me really happy, he will allow me the pleasure of seeing about six or seven of my enemies hanged upon those trees.
We seem to have a compulsion these days to bury time capsules in order to give those people living in the next century or so some idea of what we are like. I have prepared one of my own. I have placed some rather large samples of dynamite, gunpowder, and nitroglycerin. My time capsule is set to go off in the year 3000. It will show them what we are really like.
If I can send the flower of the German nation into the hell of war without the smallest pity for the shedding of precious German blood, then surely I have the right to remove millions of an inferior race that breeds like vermin.
It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.
Insanity is repeating the same actions and expecting different results.
The Fifth Sacred Thing
Junk is the ideal product. The ultimate merchandise. No sales talk necessary. The client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy. The junk merchant does not sell his product to the consumer, he sells the consumer to his product. He does not improve and simplify his merchandise. He degrades and simplifies the client.
I'll get a life when someone demonstrates that it would be superior to what I have now.
Please understand. We don't want no trouble. We just want the right to be different. That's all
Life is a tragedy for those who feel, and a comedy for those who think.
Reason is highly illogical, because logic makes no sense to me.
We live in a society in which it is normal to be sick; and sick to be abnormal.
The ready availability of suicide, like sex and alcohol, is one of life's basic consolations.
The great thing about being the only species that makes a distinction between right and wrong is that we can make up the rules for ourselves as we go along.
Last Chance to See
I gave up my innocence a long time ago, actually I pawned it.
A pessimist is one who builds dungeons in the air.
Please deliver us from matching sweatshirts and 'Chicken in the Rough', from evenings sat on couple row admiring the flock, from Sundays spent parading the aisles of meadowhall, we don't want to live like this. It's bad for our health. Do something soon or it's curtains (just as along as they match with the walls and sofa).
His 'N' Hers
I would never lie. I willingly participated in campaign of misinformation.
I have no trouble with my enemies. I can take care of my enemies in a fight. But my friends, my goddamned friends, they're the ones who keep me walking the floor at nights!
When I die, I hope to go to Heaven, whatever the Hell that is.
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 commonplace things but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the centerlight pop and everybody goes "AWWWW!!!"
Death twitches my ear. "Live," he says, "I am coming."
"Drop the scythe, and turn around slowly."
Mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness, the other to extinction. Let us pray we choose correctly.
Order is for idiots, genius can handle chaos.
The question is not if you are paranoid, it is if you are paranoid enough.
Put a bullet through my head, and end my miseries.
We live only to die one day, fools dream of eternity.
I thirst for reality in this oasis of truths.
You cannot achieve the impossible without attempting the absurd.
Sell your soul to yourself. You'll make more money.
Experience! That most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God, do you learn.
Strange as it seems, my life is based on a true story.
Every man is a divinity in disguise, a god playing the fool.
God send me a friend that may tell me my faults, if not an enemy, and he surely will.
I have no idea what the mind of a lowlife scoundrel is like; but I know what the mind of an honest man is like. It is terrifying.
Insanity is hereditary - you get it from your children.