Inside every sane person there's a madman struggling to get out," said the shopkeeper. "That's what I've always thought. No one goes mad quicker than a totally sane person.
Possibly he knew, as he wrote this, that he was mad - because inside every madman sits a little sane man saying 'You're mad, you're mad.'
There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.
Inside every Sancho Panza there's a Don Quixote struggling to get out.
Inside me there's a thin person struggling to get out, but I can usually sedate him with four or five cupcakes.
Inside every large program is a small program struggling to get out.
If I am mad, then who on the face of the earth is sane? If you are sane, then there is no madman in the world.
Inside every fat person there's a thin person looking to get out - They've just eaten them.
Inside of many liberals is a fascist struggling to get out.
The logic of a madman is a sane man's confusion.
To be sane in a world of madman is in itself madness.
What frightens us most in a madman is his sane conversation.
Every madman considers everyone else a madman.
So you're stuck. Every time your madman starts to write, your judge pounces on him... So start by promising your judge that you'll get around to asking his opinion, but not now. And then let the madman energy flow... Save details for the judge.
When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time to put him in a straight jacket.
When you're struggling with something, look at all the people around you and realize that every single person you see is struggling with something, and to them, it's just as hard as what you're going through.