#madness

All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange, sometimes inexplicable ways. This madness can be saving; it is part and parcel of the ability to adapt. Without it, no species would survive. ↗

— Yann Martel

#madness #survival #life

All forms of madness, bizarre habits, awkwardness in society, general clumsiness, are justified in the person who creates good art. ↗

— Roman Payne

#artists #awkwardness #bizarre #clumsiness #good-art

Only those things are beautiful which are inspired by madness and written by reason. ↗

— Andre Gide

#inspired #madness #only #reason #things

She screamed. Her screaming was beautiful. But, truth be told he missed the crying. ↗

— Barry Lyga

#madness #scream #serial-killers #beauty

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them. ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#haunting #madness #regret #death

I'll give up this sort of touring madness certainly, but music-everything is based on music. No, I'll never stop my music. ↗

— George Harrison

#certainly #give #i #madness #music

She waited in the ward thinking what I had thought in the same circumstances, that this was not a place much designated to help people like us, the semi-talented, sometime wayward overachievers who got a little carried away with the X-ACTO knife when we got a bad grade, or otherwise tripped on the latter of betterment. ↗

— Norah Vincet

#voluntary-madness #design

Freud thought that a psychosis was a waking dream, and that poets were daydreamers too, but I wonder if the reverse is not as often true, and that madness is a fiction lived in like a rented house ↗

— William H. Gass

#poetry #poets #dreams

«¡No renuncies jamás a tus sueños, los cuerdos nada saben del sueño admirable de un loco!» ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#crazy #dreams-inspirational #madness #poem #dreams

Perhaps it was only that I did not feel any crazier than I had ever felt. I did not notice any missing gray tissue, I did not seem to be thinking any slower or more strangely, and so far I’d had no conversations with invisible buddies that I was aware of. Except in my sleep, of course-and did that really count? Weren’t we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconscious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of the neighbor’s children? ↗

— Jeff Lindsay

#insanity #madness #mind #psyche #sleep