A Quote by Gladys Mitchell

In a sense, all murderers are lunatics. Killing is a not a sane reaction to the circumstances of life. — © Gladys Mitchell
In a sense, all murderers are lunatics. Killing is a not a sane reaction to the circumstances of life.
If we execute murderers and there is in fact no deterrent effect, we have killed a bunch of murderers. If we fail to execute murderers, and doing so would in fact have deterred other murders, we have allowed the killing of a bunch of innocent victims. I would much rather risk the former. This, to me, is not a tough call.
Sane, normal people don't need power trips. So the lunatics end up in charge of everything.
This is what I find encouraging about the writing trades: ... They allow lunatics to seem saner than sane.
Stress comes from within; it is your reaction to circumstances, not the circumstances themselves.
In regards to the reaction to Life Is Killing Me, I would say that I'm never happy about anything.
Murderers very often start out by killing and torturing animals as kids.
Sane people did what their neighbors did, so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.
This is the true horror of religion. It allows perfectly decent and sane people to believe by the billions, what only lunatics could believe on their own.
Mubarak was adept, as were many other U.S.-backed dictators, at playing the sane middle to the 'lunatics with beards' he so often used as bogeymen to guarantee the support of foreign allies.
Why are you still with me, Fry?" CyFi asks after one of his body-shaking seizures. "Any sane dude woulda taken off days ago. "Who says I'm sane?" "Oh, you're sane, Fry. You're so sane, you scare me. You're so sane, it's insane.
By the time we hit the streets they were silent and closed in on us, and they had assumed the Nonchalant Look, an expression that said, I am not a nurse escorting six lunatics to the ice cream parlor. But they were, and we were their six lunatics, so we behaved like lunatics.
--Why are we fighting them? --They're mad. We're sane. --How do we know? --That we're sane? --Yes. --Am I sane? --To all appearances. --And you, do you consider yourself sane? --I do. --Well, there you have it. --But don't they also consider themselves sane? --I think they know. Deep down. That they're not sane. --How must that make them feel? --Terrible, I should think. They must fight ever more fiercely, in order to deny what they know to be true. That they are not sane.
Military deployments have never been something to enjoy, but the consequence of the actions, the shared nature of the sacrifices, and the nobility of the cause are invigorating. To be clear, I'm not talking about the killing and the death; rather, the sense of purpose that pervades every action, reaction, and outcome.
Insanity is the only sane reaction to an insane society.
I know something about killing. I don't like killing. And I don't think a state honors life by turning around and sanctioning killing.
This is what i find most encouraging about the writing trades: they allow mediocre people who are patient and industrious to revise their stupidity, to edit themselves into something like intelligence. They also allow lunatics to seem saner than sane.
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