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aaa3d2a
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[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!
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mad
inspirational
freethinker
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Jack Kerouac |
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5977bd5
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"[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" --
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mad
inspirational
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Jack Kerouac |
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1318256
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Some are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon 'em.
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madness
shakespeare
mad
insane
william-shakespeare
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Emilie Autumn |
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47cdd17
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Beasts bounding through time. Van Gogh writing his brother for paints Hemingway testing his shotgun Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine the impossibility of being human Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town the impossibility of being human Burroughs killing his wife with a gun Mailer stabbing his the impossibility of being human Maupassant going mad in a rowboat Dostoevsky lined up against a wall to be shot Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller the impossibility Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun Lorca murdered in the road by the Spanish troops the impossibility Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench Chatterton drinking rat poison Shakespeare a plagiarist Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness the impossibility the impossibility Nietzsche gone totally mad the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly
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mad
truth
beatiful
champions
cowards
bukowski
glory
creatures
dog
soul
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Charles Bukowski |
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79a8355
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Dance like you're stamping on a human face forever, love like you've been in a serious car crash that minced the front of your brain, stab like no one can arrest you, and live like there's no such thing as God.
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mad
inspirational
comics
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Warren Ellis |
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b784add
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"He'sh mad?" "Sort of mad. But mad with lots of money." "Ah, then he can't be mad. I've been around; if a man hash lotsh of money he'sh just ecshentric."
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mad
eccentric
rincewind
twoflower
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Terry Pratchett |
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54d898c
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Eurydice sits alone on a red bed. She has flaming red hair, so flaming that you can't see anything else of her, much less anything else around her. She takes up too much space. Also she's mad. Which has nothing to do with anything. She lives in her own world because she makes the whole world hers.
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mad
eurydice
red
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Kathy Acker |
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d085f93
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He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls.
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mad
dark
teen
monstrous
tana
sci-fi
gavriel
paranormal
paranormal-romance
tana-bach
the-coldest-girl-in-coldtown
insane
ya
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Holly Black |
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4a629ad
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I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one-half his days and mad the other.
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mad
alcoholism
alcoholism-addiction-recovery
miserable
alcoholic
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Anne Brontë |
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28065a8
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i'm going mad, i told myself. let me not be mad.
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mad
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Ian McEwan |
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b9cddac
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"Frodo gave a cry, and there was, fallen upon his knees at the chasm's edge. But Gollum, dancing like a mad thing, held aloft the ring, a finger still thrust within its circle. "Precious, precious, precious!" Gollum cried. "My Precious! O my Precious!" And with that, even as his eyes were lifted up to gloat on his prize, he stepped too far, toppled, wavered for a moment on the brink, and then with a shriek he fell. Out of the depths came his last wail precious, and he was gone."
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tolkien
mad
danc
mount-doom
the-one-ring-j-r-r-tolkien
finger
ring
frodo-baggins
samwise-gamgee
the-lord-of-the-rings
the-return-of-the-king
cry
gollum
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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d1919d8
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"A sound of laughter was heard-they turned sharply. Vera Claythorne was standing in the yard. She cried out in a high shrill voice, shaken with wild bursts of laughter: "Do they keep bees on this island? Tell me that. Where do we go for honey? Ha! ha!" They stared at her uncomprehendingly. It was as though the sane well-balanced girl had gone mad right before their eyes. She went on in that high unnatural voice: "Don't stare like that! As though you thought I was mad. It's sane enough what I'm asking. Bees, hives, bees! Oh, don't you understand? Haven't you read that idiotic rhyme? It's up in all of your bedrooms-put it there for you to study! We might have come here straightaway if we'd had sense. Seven little soldiers chopping up sticks. And the next verse, I know the whole thing by heart, I tell you! Six little soldier boys playing with a hive. And that's why I'm asking-do they keep bees on this island- isn't it damned funny...?"
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mad
vera
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Agatha Christie |
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c737295
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"She has the most delicious thoughts about you, Tamlin," he said. "She's wondered about the feeling of your fingers on her thighs--between them, too." He chuckled. Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind. Rhysand turned to the High Lord. "I'm curious: Why did she wonder if it would feel good to have you bite her breast the way you bit her neck?" "Let. Her. Go." Tamlin's face was twisted with such feral rage that it struck a different, deeper chord of terror in me. "If it's any consolation," Rhysand confided to him, "she would have been the one for you--and you might have gotten away with it. A bit late, though. She's more stubborn than you are."
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rage
mad
thoughts
let-her-go
high-lord
rhysand
tamlin
intimate
read-minds
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Sarah J. Maas |
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047ff4e
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So you're saying, we've got a, a shoggoth gap?
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mad
mutually-assured-destruction
shoggoth
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Charles Stross |
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bcf6d9e
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He had become completely mad in his movements; He seemed to be doing everything at the same time. It was a shaking of the head, up and down, sideways; jerky, vigorous hands; quick walking, sitting, crossing the legs, uncrossing, getting up, rubbing the hands, rubbing his fly, hitching his pants, looking up and saying 'Am,' and sudden slitting of the eyes to see everywhere; and all the time he was grabbing me by the ribs and talking, talking
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mad
energy
crazy
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Jack Kerouac |
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c3d001e
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"The mad have a grace all their own"."
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mad
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Kim Harrison |
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b4b77e7
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I was mad of course and still am, but harmless, I passed for harmless, that's a good one. Not of course that I was really mad, just strange, a little strange, and with every passing year a little stranger, there can be few stranger creatures going about than me at the present day.
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mad
strange
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Samuel Beckett |
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6ba2c15
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I know it's probably wrong to fantasize about giving a nun a karate chop in the neck, but I couldn't help it. She was making me mad.
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mad
nun
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Meg Cabot |
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55865ab
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Mad' sounds dashing, daring and admirable when you hold the tattered flag in the midst of battle and expired natives lie all over the carpet with holes in 'em that you put there. 'Mad' is less impressive written on a form by a commissioner of lunacy as you're turned over to the hospitallers of St Mary of Bedlam to be dunked in ice water because your latest 'scrape' was running starkers down Oxford Street while gibbering like a baboon.
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mad
lunacy
moran
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Kim Newman |
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f39559e
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The mad were put in asylums, but the sane are worse off in their offices.
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mad
offices
sane
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Hanif Kureishi |
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fb68d84
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"Everyone, this is the new girl. Elder knows her. New girl, this is everyone." A few people look up politely; some actually smile. Most, however, look wary at best, disgusted at worse. The nurse closest to me jabs her finger behind her ear and starts whispering to nobody. "What's wrong with her?" I ask Harley as he leads me to the table he was sitting at. "Oh, don't worry, we're all mad here." I giggle, mostly from nerves. "It's a good thing I read Alice in Wonder-land . I definitely think I've fallen into the rabbit hole." "Read what?" Harley asks. "Never mind." All around me, eyes follow my every move. "Look," I say loudly. "I know I look different. But I'm just a person, like you." I hold my head up high, looking them all in the eyes, trying to hold their stares for as long as possible. "You tell 'em," says Harley with another Cheshire grin."
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mad
alice-in-wonderland
down-the-rabbit-hole
harley
introducing
we-are-all-mad-here
amy-martin
cheshire
nerves
stranger
different
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Beth Revis |
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41d1b7e
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Houses, like people, are apt to become rather eccentric if left too much on their own
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mad
eccentric
lonely-people
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Susanna Clarke |