The mountains of madness have many little plateaux of sanity. (TT)
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... the only thing more dangerous than a vampire crazed with blood lust was a vampire crazed with anything else. (TT)
'... I don't believe that people who have really gone mad think they have gone mad, so wondering if you have gone mad means that you haven't.' (N)
There was considerable satisfaction in a clean kill. What there wasn't supposed to be was pleasure in a messy one. (H)
'No one can be as sane as he is without being mad.' (FC)
Unseen University was used to eccentricity among the faculty. After all, humans derive the notions of what it means to be a normal human being by constant reference to the humans around them, and when those humans are other wizards the spiral can only wiggle downwards. (SM)
'She's gone in the head, if you ask me. She's one of those people like ... actors.' (AM)
He could think in italics. Such people need watching.
Preferably from a safe distance. (MA) There’s a streak of madness in everyone who spends quality time with gods … (SG)
… Lobsang was trying to apprehend the whole world, the whole universe and trying to understand the role of the human race in that universe.
Despite all that, Lobsang appeared to be sane …. (LM) ... he was a true collector - he didn't worry whether the stuff was actually good or not. It just had to exist. (BOS)
Of course I don't feel mad, but I wouldn't, would I? (BOS)
Linsay was a left-ear person, Valiente realised. He had seen plenty of them: their eyes glazed slightly and they stared fixedly at your left ear, while their mouths spouted the truth about flying saucers, the great world conspiracy, or a one-born-every-minute evangelism. Inside everyone was a left-ear person waiting to get out. (BOS)
'What you have to realise about madmen is that they're mad.' (BOS)
‘The man was mad!’
‘He had a very tidy mind,’ said the Bursar. ‘Same thing.’ (MP) … Teppic realised that the high priest was, indeed, truly mad. It was the rare kind of madness caused by being yourself for so long that habits of sanity have etched themselves into the brain. (P)
… if a witch started thinking of anyone as “just” anything that would be the first step on a well-worn path that could lead to, oh, to poisoned apples, spinning wheels and a too-small stove …. (SC)
‘…. There’s nothing wrong with cackling. In moderation.’ (WS)
‘… you’ve got to help your friends, right?’ He turned to Johnny. ‘Now, personally, I think you’re very nearly totally disturbed and suffering from psychosomatica and hearing voices and seeing delusions,’ he said, ‘and probably ought to be locked up in one of those white jackets with the stylish long sleeves. But that doesn’t matter, ‘cos we’re friends.’
‘I’m touched,’ said Johnny. ‘Probably,’ said Wobbler,’ but we don’t care, do we guys?’ (JD) Rincewind rather enjoyed times like this. They convinced him that he wasn’t mad because, if he was mad, that left no word at all to describe some of the people he met. (S)
I can’t be talking to a tree. If I was talking to a tree I’d be mad, and I’m not made, so trees can’t talk. (LF)
Rincewind looked down at him and grinned slowly. It was a wide, manic and utterly humourless rictus. It was the sort of grin that is normally accompanied by small riverside birds wandering in and out, picking scraps out of the teeth. (COM)
He was, Marjorie considered, one of the most useful people: a house-trained near-nerd, conscientious to the point of insanity but not any further, apparently. (JD)
And the trouble with madness was that the mad didn't know they were mad. (RS)
Linsay was a left ear person, Valiente realised. He had seen plenty of them: their eyes glazed slightly and they stared fixedly at your left ear, while their mouths spouted the truth about flying saucers, the great world conspiracy, or one-born-every-minute evangelism. Inside everyone was a left ear person waiting to get out. (LE)
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