madness

You don't understand, you fool' says Yegor, looking dreamily up at the sky. 'You've never understood what kind of person I am, nor will you in a million years... You just think I'm a mad person who has thrown his life away... Once the free spirit has taken hold of a man, there's no way of getting it out of him.

There was a single window that tapered into a funnel, with eerie moonlight passing through it, reflecting directly off the globe like a mirror. For a moment, as I rose I saw something glimmering within. Dumbly, with feverish whispers assailing me, I realized it was the center of one of the distant galaxies, flaring after some unknown cataclysm. Its radiance was such that it burst from its prison. It met the moonlight halfway. It created kaleidoscopic colours on the walls. Then, in answer, the reliefs transformed from majestic art into something approaching divine, alive, plays from Egyptian memory, given the spark of life from space. I saw animal-headed gods move. They stepped from the walls to take their place around the altar. All stared at the globe. Each raised their arms in silent supplication. And such was their toxic ecstasy that I wished to join them, to forget my dreadful experiences and revel in something truly wondrous.

He got a lovely pair of trainers given off his mum for Christmas, best pair he ever had, but it was the nylon laces that he couldn__ take his eyes off. They found him hanging in his cell!

If you haven__ lost your mind yet, that__ because you haven__ seen very much.

Emotions had welled close to the surface, and she thought her heart had never felt so full as it did standing next to the defiled grave of a whore while lunatics sang the national anthem.

Amid the pointing and the horror the clean flame.

All habits are bad habits. (...) Madness does not come by breaking out, but by giving in; by settling down in some dirty, little, self-repeating circle of ideas; by being tamed.

Going mad is the beginning of a process. It is not supposed to be the end result.

Mad people are very emotionally orientated! They have complex feelings, they__e easily upset, but are also easy to please! Most mad people have lonely lives, as nobody understands them. So they become __ost Souls._ They dream a lot. Go within their minds to search - some will turn strange, become dangerous. So a madman is created! His world becomes a mission.

One lunatic in Rampton used to have bouts of hysteria. Where he would let out a scream, and run at a wall and dive headfirst_crash! He was given a crash helmet! (Well it is a mad house.)

To remain sane in a mad world is the true victory.

She sat in a secluded room, she was mad, but she could not accept it; so she was neither sane nor insane. She could not be either until she knew herself, so in limbo she must die. She kept stuffing toilet roll into her mouth. They found her choked to death!

...and I realized no matter what you do it__ bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.

How stand I, then,That have a father killed, a mother stained,Excitements of my reason and my blood,And let all sleep, while to my shame I seeThe imminent death of twenty thousand menThat for a fantasy and trick of fameGo to their graves like beds, fight for a plotWhereon the numbers cannot try the cause,Which is not tomb enough and continentTo hide the slain? O, from this time forthMy thoughts be bloody or be nothing

Madness is a bowl of poison cherries, chew them and die, but you die screaming in agony.

I personally could never come to terms with my label of __riminally Insane_. Just because of my violent outbursts in prison, don__ mean to say I__ mad. Obviously I had become a disruptive element within the penal system. Uncontrollable! Unpredictable! But that don__ make insanity!

Is Bronson mad! Let me ask you! How else can I be? I__ probably the maddest guy on two legs if the truth was known, but prison will never beat me, I__ sooner die today than allow it too!

I am mad, and I embrace it.