madness

When love is not madness, it is not love.

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.

Anger is a short madness.

To have the beginning of a truly great story, you need to have a character you're completely and utterly obsessed with. Without obsession, to the point of a maddening addiction,there's no point to continue.

We are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter

The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables.Said if I could get down thirteen turnips a dayI would be grounded, rooted.Said my head would not keep flying awayto where the darkness lives.The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight.Said for twenty dollars she__ tell me what to do.I handed her the twenty. She said, __top worrying, darling.You will find a good man soon.__he first psycho therapist told me to spendthree hours each day sitting in a dark closetwith my eyes closed and ears plugged.I tried it once but couldn__ stop thinkingabout how gay it was to be sitting in the closet.The yogi told me to stretch everything but the truth.Said to focus on the out breath. Said everyone finds happinesswhen they care more about what they givethan what they get.The pharmacist said, __exapro, Lamicatl, Lithium, Xanax.__he doctor said an anti-psychotic might help meforget what the trauma said.The trauma said, __on__ write these poems.Nobody wants to hear you cryabout the grief inside your bones.__ut my bones said, __yler Clementi jumpedfrom the George Washington Bridgeinto the Hudson River convincedhe was entirely alone.__y bones said, __rite the poems.

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.

Blood, sweat, and tea, sister! That's what it takes to achieve all great and terrible things.

Poetry led me by the hand out of madness.

At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.

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

There is also a third kind of madness, which is possession by the Muses, enters into a delicate and virgin soul, and there inspiring frenzy, awakens lyric....But he, who, not being inspired and having no touch of madness in his soul, comes to the door and thinks he will get into the temple by the help of art--he, I say, and his poetry are not admitted; the sane man is nowhere at all when he enters into rivalry with the madman.

If there is no kindness with your rightness, then that is madness.

In his madness he became a terrifying actor!

Jessie had never heard you could inherit madness. She thought madness was something that just happened to people in Shakespeare when the wind got up.

I know how to emulate crazy.

The day was ill-omened from the beginning; one of those unlucky days when every little detail seems to go wrong and one finds oneself engaged in a perpetual and infuriating strife with inanimate objects. How truly fiendish the sub-human world can be on these occasions! How every atom, every cell, every molecule, seems to be leagued in a maddening conspiracy against the unfortunate being who has incurred its obscure displeasure!