Bill Bryson Quotes

I think we're all pretty crazy on this bus. I'm not sure I know anyone who's got all the dots on his or her dice.

Sometimes the person who is the most logical is the person whom we call insane.

Men are mad most of their lives; few live sane, fewer die so. The acts of people are baffling unless we realize that their wits are disordered. Man is driven to justice by his lunacy.

If we weren't all crazy, we'd just go insane.

I'm a bit crazy, yes.

Worse than madness. Sanity.

If I know I'm going crazy, I must not be insane.

All I want to be is normally insane.

Men will always be mad, and those who think they can cure them are the maddest of all.

Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.

Plenty of crazy people in New York. There are so many crazy people here, I think it's like one out of every one person is completely out of their mind.

Are we, then, insane because we have not gone mad?

I think that we're all mentally ill. Those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better - and maybe not all that much better after all.

But each time you use spirit, you're more likely to go crazy.” “Already crazy about you, Sage.

There's still always the possibility that I've gone totally, clinically cuckoo. But somehow I don't think so anymore. An article I once read said that crazy people don't worry about being crazy - that's the whole problem.

Revelation is where all crazy people end up. It's the last stop on the nutso express.

What a mysterious thing madness is. I have watched patients whose lips are forever sealed in a perpetual silence. They live, breathe, eat; the human form is there, but that something, which the body can live without, but which cannot exist without the body, was missing.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

There is only one difference between a madman and me. I am not mad.

Men are so necessarily mad, that not to be mad would amount to another form of madness.

Most men are within a finger's breadth of being mad.

I agree with what Mark Twain said - we're all mad at night.

A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?

Insane people are always sure that they are fine. It is only the sane people who are willing to admit that they are crazy.

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.'