insanity

Fuck the rabbit, eat it and go after a lion.

They ask themselves: __hat will he do?_ __ow will he react?_ __ill he go mad?_ __ill he bite?_ __ill he be armed?_ They__e pumped up with fear. Adrenaline pumping, fingers tense on the trigger, brains racing. And I__ cool as a cat! The name __harles Bronson_ causes panic! The name __ickey Peterson_ causes stress! The police all love to arrest me, as I__ the most exciting madman they will ever arrest! It__ a fact. So here I am years later, and I__ still the madman. There is no escaping my past.

Ever see moors murderer Ian Brady, study his photos, study Black, study Cannon, study Sutcliffe - study them all! Who says evil is not recognisable?

So what causes men to become violent? I__l tell you, boredom, silly rules, muggy screws and pathetic governors. What else can we do - swallow it, wipe our mouths out. You have to fight for your rights. Not sit back and take it.

Broadmoor creeps into your blood, the walls touch the sky and the grounds suck you in, they__e even got their own burial ground. We called it the __adman__ hole_, it smelt of fear; a stillness and even the birds seemed to have a stone face like their eyes were made of marble. So many monsters, men of hell, I don__ know how a sane man can keep sane in there.

Prison madness is much the same! Insanity is plentiful in prisons. These days with the drug culture it__ not a lot of difference, as a lot of convicts make themselves psychotic and paranoid. Many end up killers, all over petty and minor problems. Where men would once squabble, fight and kill over a ½ oz of bacca they now do the same over a gram of white powder or a bag of brown!

The cab driver is staring at me in his mirror. I'm talking to myself."The second sign of madness," I explain."What's the first one?""Killing lots of people and eating their genitals."He laughs and sneaks another look at me.

His own naivety taunted him like a flicker of madness.

And what would they find on sale? His sanity? Could be. Half-Price. Smoke and Water Damage. Everything Must Go.

There's always a siren, singing you to shipwreck. Some of us may be more susceptible than others are, but there's always a siren. It may be with us all our lives, or it may be many years or decades before we find it or it finds us. But when it does find us, if we're lucky we're Odysseus tied up to the ship's mast, hearing the song with perfect clarity, but ferried to safety by a crew whose ears have been plugged with beeswax. If we're not at all lucky, we're another sort of sailor stepping off the deck to drown in the sea.

One secret of life is that the reason life works at all is that not everyone in your tribe is nuts on the same day. Another secret is that laughter is carbonated holiness

Once upon a time there was aOnce upon a time there was aOnce upon a time there was aStop this. It's undignified.

It is impossible for the sane to truly understand madness.

Everyone is more or less mad on one point.

He is mad about being small when you were big, but no, that's not it, he is mad about being helpless when you were powerful, but no, not that either, he is mad about being contingent when you were necessary, not quite it... he is insane because when he loved you, you didn't notice.

The thoughts written on the walls of madhouses by their inmates might be worth publicizing.

Behind their dark glass, the mad own nothing.

He's no idiot, in fact he's a genius... and that's as far from an idiot as you can get without reaching madness.