madness

I went through a period where I couldn__ keep off the establishment__ roofs, it was a serious urge I had. To look at a drainpipe and start shaking with excitement, nobody knows the feeling of hitting a prison roof, not unless you__e done it. Let me tell you, it__ like a lotto win - it__ power. You__e the governor; it__ a kick in the teeth to the system.

The reality I submerse myself in when writing, is far greater than the physical reality surrounding me at work!

I wondered what sort of woman loved a man like that.

In how many minds should I go crazy? Whom should I ask?

As incompetent in life as in death, I loathe myself and in this loathing I dream of another life, another death. And for having sought to be a sage such as never was, I am only a madman among the mad . . .

There are different categories of madmen, and different types of asylums! I know absolutely nothing about the asylums that house the madman who thinks he is a space man. Would you believe that 90% of madmen are treated in outside clinics?

A doctor once asked me: 'Charlie, what do you think your problem is?' __oc,' I said, '_you__e the problem!

The asylum years taught me a lot about myself. Bear in mind I__ the only lunatic in the United Kingdom who spent time in all three max secure asylums, which you should now know are_Rampton, Broadmoor and Ashworth. Don__ ask me which is the best or the worst, as how do you compare insanity with insanity?

Do you think that too," she said, "that I have slept too long in the moonlight?

I am a creation of the establishment, I realise I__ not as strong as life itself, but I also realise death will suck me in. The eyes and fingers are pointing in my direction. For me, there is only one way _ one road, one signpost; it reads, __ell_. It__ a one-way ticket; there are no brakes on my vehicle, there is no way out, only one way in.

People like you don__ go mad, Vi. They__e quiet on the outside and loud on the inside and sane as the day is long

I wanted to throw off the chains that bound me and give my entire being to someone. I wanted to know what it felt like to love another so much that the whole world came crashing down around me when it ended. I wanted obsession. I wanted madness. I wanted something all-consuming. And now that I realized it, I didn__ think that I would ever be the same again. And that terrified me.

(On the communist regime of Ceau_escu)"Romania," said Eugene, "was twenty million people living inside the imagination of a madman.

I'll love you with all the madness in my soul.

Some of the madmen are really fun to be with. I soon learnt to relate to them. I soon became one of them. I ended up the maddest of the mad. There is no madder than myself! Please believe it.

He was clearly not the murderer whom Hawksmoor was seeking, but it was generally the innocent who confessed: in the course of many enquiries, Hawksmoor had come across those who accused themselves of crimes which they had not committed and who demanded to be taken away before they could do more harm. He was acquainted with such people and recognised them at once - although they were noticeable, perhaps, only for a slight twitch in the eye or the awkward gait with which they moved through the world. And they inhabited small rooms to which Hawksmoor would sometimes be called: rooms with a bed and a chair but nothing besides, rooms where they shut the door and began talking out loud, rooms where they sat all evening and waited for the night, rooms where they experienced blind panic and then rage as they stared at their lives. And sometimes when he saw such people Hawksmoor thought, this is what I will become, I will be like them because I deserve to be like them, and only the smallest accident separates me from them now.

Theo's already on his way. Paul might bee too, but communications have been down so long, I don't know.""Heading out here with a storm like this coming in? That's madness." Dad sighs. "Then again, jumping through dimensions to chase a dead man is madness too. I had long suspected their lunacy but this confirmation is nonetheless disquieting.""See? Everything's going to be fine.

Dear child, some stories have no morals. Sometimes darkness and madness are simply that.