madness

I won't be stuck in traffic 'til I see how rugged my path isAnd right now I'm loving how fast my troubles are fastingNo they don't bother me oh realizing I'm psychopathicA wild beast, baby I'm gladly running afterYes a thing called peace outlasting any madnessThe devil fears me oh he's feelingLike a fragment of a fractionNo he won't come near me'Cause his hat trick's out of practice

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts. One brief house of madness and joy!

There is a madness that is joy, and there is a madness that is just madness.

Anger is like sex urge, once gratified, the inner voice calls you a stinking fool.

If the love is not madness, then the sex is not insane

I closed my eyes, adding dark to dark, and the wanting unfurled like the sails of a phantom ship. This could be my universe. This nowhere world, circumscribed by skin and breath, where nothing mattered but two bodies moving together. The past and the future rendered irrelevant by the beauty of the now, the sum of the self transmuted into a moment. Oh, was there ever a more seductive definition of madness?

Please continue praising me and forget all about me the very next day.

It__ madness to see life as it is and not how it should be.

Trying not to believe things when in your heart you are almost sure they are true, is as bad for the temper as anything I know.

I do not believe that a dream should necessarily be taken for reality, or reality for madness.

Melancholy is an escape not from reality, but unreality of the world.

For all our mutual experienceOur separate conclusions are the sameNow we are forced to recognize our inhumanityOur reason coexists with our insanityBut we choose between reality and madnessIt's either sadness or euphoria

Without God, reality is madness. Reason will tell you so. You either madly trust in God, or you trust in a world gone mad without him.

[Man] literally drives himself into a blind obliviousness with social games, psychological tricks, personal preoccupations so far removed from the reality of his situation that they are forms of madness, but madness all the same.

Understand me. I__ not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

When faced with unbridled wildness of reality, dinosaurs fall into fevered delusions of grandeur. In fits of madness, they recreate the world in their own overblown image, bull-dozing the wild and replacing it with a wasteland that reflects their own emptiness. Where there was once the incredibly complex diversity of nature, there is now the dead simplicity of asphalt and concrete.

I would dream of a place, a place to shelter all my madness.

I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of __adness_. Then: I__ arrange flowers, all day long, I__ paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: __oor thing, she__ crazy!_ (Above all I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else__ - my madness would not be an escape from __eality_.