“(Her husband’s departure …) had picked Mildred up by the hair and dropped her down at the doorstep of insanity.From “Butterfly on F street”

“How do people know they are sane? Can a person be gripped by lunacy, only to be released a short time later, never to relive the episode again?”

“Perhaps love is a minor madness. And as with madness, it’s unendurable alone. The one person who can relieve us is of course the sole person we cannot go to: the one we love. So instead we seek out allies, even among strangers and wives, fellow patients who, if they can’t touch the edge of our particular sorrow, have felt something that cuts nearly as deep.”

“Sometimes we must gravitate towards madness before we can levitate on greatness.”

“I’m just saying it doesn’t always have to be spirits and magic. Sometimes hauntings are in your mind. It doesn’t make them less real.”

“Being mad at failure and being analytical about the reason for failure are 2 different things, first reason slow us down the second will give us an extra boost to try better next time, being mad at things, people or situation is easy, the difficult part is giving your madness a method to succeed.”

“And never, never, dear madam, put ‘Wednesday’ simply as the date! That way madness lies!”

“Time and I have quarrelled. All hours are midnight now. I had a clock and a watch, but I destroyed them both. I could not bear the way they mocked me.”

“To believe you are literally a Muslim, a Christian, a Buddhist, a Jew is a form of madness. The true self is no one.”

“And we cannot keep our balance. Myth gives way to Reason. Revelation to Orthodoxy. We must dance or go mad.”

“The madness of faith is a very different thing from the madness of Enlightenment Reason.”

“You must be a myth that your lover can’t graspand you must chase the moon like a wolf in the night, as if it will show you something only you can understand. Everything you do is a ritual that can mean something more and you must connect and create bonds with the spirits both outer and inner. Seek the strange and mysterious, otherworldly explanations for yourself and things around. There is always more. Always more.Nothing is ordinary,and you must make love to him like his touch is your salvation.You must dare to love and lose and hear your heart break into a million little pieces, glittering like diamonds in the night.Don’t run into hiding when the rain hits us like planets shot down to see who wants to survivethe mostfor you want to survive the mostand you must not hide from madness.You must love and live and write like you’re obsessed and possessed. Go mad for what you believe in.”

“She watched as the dancing lights of madness swirled and flickered in his eyes like the fires of hell, and she knew that there would never be anything that could quench those fires except death. Vanessa knew that Jango had become his own Grim Reaper.”

“Poetry led me by the hand out of madness.”

“Madness doesn’t get off wearing gloves. It needs to feel skin on skin, smell the blood and shit as it brings itself off.”