‘What you have to realise about madmen is that they’re mad.’ (LE)
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‘Aristocrats don’t notice philosophical conundra. They just ignore them. Philosophy includes contemplating the possibility that you might be wrong, sir, and a real aristocrat knows that he is always right. It’s not vanity, you understand, it’s built-in absolute certainty. They may sometimes be as mad as a hatful of spoons, but they are always definitely and certainly mad.’ (Sn)
That was the thing about thoughts. They thought themselves, and then dropped into your head in the hope that you would think so too. You had to slap them down, thoughts like that; they would take over if she let them. And then it would all break down, and nothing would be left but the cackling (ISWM)
'There’s no harm in the occasional cackle…' (WFM)
'... they say there’s a thin line between genius and madness…’
‘He’s fallen off it, then.' (J) 'Sit down, will you? Assassin’s are always late. ‘cos of style, right?’
‘This one’s mental.’ ‘Eccentric.’ ‘What’s the difference?’ ‘A bag of cash.' (H) '... he can’t be mad. I’ve been around; if a man hash lotsh of money he’sh just ecshentric.' (LF)
'Honestly, Salzella ... what is the difference between opera and madness?’
‘Is this a trick question?’ ‘No!’ ‘Then I’d say: better scenery.' (Ma) 'The army may be crazy, but at least it’s crazy by numbers. It’s reliably insane.' (MR)
Grand Viziers were always scheming megalomaniacs. It was probably in the job description: ‘Are you a devious, plotting, unreliable madman? Ah, good, then you can be my most trusted minister.' (IT)
She's totally around the bend. But perhaps she gets a better view from there. (JB)
... if you go mad, do you know you've gone mad? If you don't, how do you know you're not mad? (JB)
Mad is a word used by people who've either got no senses or several more than most other people. (JD)
The Deftmenes are mad and the Dumii are sane, thought Snibril, and that's just the same as being made except that it's quieter. (CP)
His teeth tried to tell him something, but he never listened to them. A man could go mad, listening to his teeth. (MM)
He was so mad he will never understand how mad he is. (W)
... we all have our funny little ways. Except me, obviously. (W)
... when it came to odd, Miss Treason didn’t just take the cake, but a packet of biscuits too, with sprinkles on the top, and also a candle. (W)
'Cackling', to a witch, didn’t just mean nasty laughter. It meant your mind drifting away from its anchor. It meant you losing your grip. It meant loneliness and hard work and responsibility and other people’s problems driving you crazy a little bit at a time, each bit so small that you’d hardly notice it, until you thought that it was normal to stop washing and wear a kettle on your head. It meant you thinking that the fact you knew more than anyone else in your village made you better than them. It meant thinking that right and wrong were negotiable. (W)
... it wasn’t wise to try to learn witching all by yourself, especially if you had a natural talent. If you got it wrong you could go from ignorant to cackling in a week ... (W)
And his mind worked fast, flying in emergency supplies of common sense, as human minds do, to construct a huge anchor in sanity and prove that what had happened hadn’t really happened and, if it had happened, hadn’t happened
much. (Th) 'You don’t look insane,’ lied Susan. ‘As such.’
‘Thank you. But sanity is defined by the majority, I am afraid.' (TOT) ... young Master Jeremy was beginning to worry him. He never laughed, and Igor liked a good maniacal laugh. You could trust it. (TOT)
Insanity depended on your point of view, he always said, and if it was the view through your own underpants then everything looked fine. (TOT)
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