Insanity is catching. — Terry Pratchett, Making Money
Insanity is catching. — Terry Pratchett, Making Money
Insanity is catching. — Terry Pratchett, Making Money
Insanity is catching. — Terry Pratchett, Making Money
Insanity is catching. — Terry Pratchett, Making Money
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Insanity is catching.

— Terry Pratchett, Making Money
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Insanity can be a heavy cross to bear; I mean look at all those people in loony bins compared to those that are free and — Stephen Richards, Insanity: My Mad Life
There are different categories of madmen, and different types of asylums! I know absolutely nothing about the asylums th — Stephen Richards, Insanity: My Mad Life
Ask anybody, would you want an ex-madman living next door? It’s difficult enough being an ex-convict. It’s double hard f — Stephen Richards, Insanity: My Mad Life
They ask themselves: “What will he do?” “How will he react?” “Will he go mad?” “Will he bite?” “Will he be armed?” They’ — Stephen Richards, Insanity: My Mad Life
Looking back at the years I spent in the asylums, I’m now convinced some of that insanity rubbed off onto me! — Stephen Richards, Insanity: My Mad Life
Mad people are very emotionally orientated! They have complex feelings, they’re easily upset, but are also easy to pleas — Stephen Richards, Insanity: My Mad Life
In the gray world above, I hear myself howling with laughter. Far below me, in the psychic abyss that is part of the Dar — Anne Bishop, Daughter of the Blood
If I can only see him in madness, is it worth trying to hold onto sanity? — Beth Revis, The Body Electric
Going mad is the beginning of a process. It is not supposed to be the end result. — Jeanette Winterson
How stand I, then,That have a father killed, a mother stained,Excitements of my reason and my blood,And let all sleep, w — William Shakespeare, Hamlet
My girl was mad and I loved her. Upon a night, she read my poetry; and kissing me madly she cried, ‘You are a genius, my — Roman Payne
He was walking around in circles, the smell of the old furniture suddenly very distinct. There was a newspaper in his ha — Peter Ackroyd, Hawksmoor