Uncle Fester: Dementia! What a beautiful name!
The insane are the characters in our horror stories for a reason. They're the dark side, the negative image of who we are and that's fascinating. And utterly terrifying.
Sometimes we don't want answers. We want to reaffirm the world is how we want it to be.
We all could go insane with just one bad day.
What humans describe as sane is a narrow range of behaviors. Most states of consciousness are insane.
It's important to keep in mind here that insanity is a legal concept, not a medical or psychiatric term. It doesn't mean someone is or is not "sick." It has to do with whether that person is or is not responsible for his or her actions.
Honesty may be the best policy, but insanity is the best defense.
Use your insanity to get ahead.
So, did you have any trouble finding the place?
Of course there's the possibility that you've gone right out of your mind.
Even with the crazies I've played I've tried to give some dimension to their insanity.
Ignorance is a kind of insanity in the human animal.
I listened for the whisper, of your sweet insanity.
One person's craziness is another person's reality.
They are of the world. That is why they speak from the world's perspective, and the world listens to them.
Leave me to my own absurdity.
To accept the insanity of our political discourse and the violence in our world as normal is to declare our own insanity.
I have never seen a more lucid, more lonely, better balanced mad mind than mine.
Sometimes the only sane answer to an insane world is insanity.
Almost relationships teach you a lot about yourself. They bring out a side of you that you thought never existed. They put you on the edge of sanity and insanity.
Sometimes an emotional abuser will deliberately lie to you to confuse you and make you doubt your perceptions. They will make you doubt their own observations, memory and sanity. Sometimes they will argue and wear you down until you don't trust what you know is true.
I really believe, or want to believe, really I am nuts, otherwise I'll never be sane.
Falling in love is a crazy thing to do. It's kind of like a form of socially acceptable insanity.
You talk to God, you're religious; God talks to you, you're psychotic.
Collective madness is called sanity.
The mad sometimes drilled holes in their own heads to let the demons out. To relieve the pressure of thoughts they could no longer bear. Jude understood the impulse.
Marriage was a form of insanity; love hovering permanently on the edge of aggravation.
— Stephen Hawking, Unnatural Acts: Critical Thinking, Skepticism, and Science Exposed!
The white coats just don't get it. I'm a genius with a headache.
The thing about smart motherfuckers is that sometimes, they sound like crazy motherfuckers to stupid motherfuckers.
Nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How then am I mad?
I know what it's like to be afraid of your own mind.