Joni Mitchell Quotes

I don't know any artists that are really emotionally well adjusted. In fact, I think we're all pretty much insane.

Supposedly there's an actual, researched link between extreme creativity and mental illness, and I believe it because I've seen it with my own eyes.

Art is a liaison between some sort of deranged mentality and others who are not going through it.

No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness.

I was a psycho in college.

Writers, especially poets, are particularly prone to madness.

I was completely nuts for most of my life.

The man is either mad, or he is making verses.

We all go a little mad sometimes.

I think insanity is the hardest thing to play.

It's true that Blake was emotionally disturbed - always has been - but he doesn't have murder in his heart. If he was going to do any damage to anything or anyone, it would be to himself.

You know how a lot of people say they could go crazy? Well, I feel I live very close to that line.

Maybe I'm just a psycho, and the stage is a better place to go than either the loony bin or somewhere else.

I'm very emotional; I think I may go mad in several years' time.

I'm not going to lie. I am a psycho. Luckily, I get most of it out on stage.

Pound's crazy. All poets are. They have to be. You don't put a poet like Pound in the loony bin.

To do that job you need to be mentally disturbed.

People who are bipolar, they kind of latch onto things that are fanatical sometimes.

I've always been a lunatic.

I am manic and that leads me to behave badly at times.

It's safe to say that all poets are manic-depressives, but fiction writers are on that scale, too.

Raving mad is quite easy. You just chew up the scenery or something. It's quiet mad that's hard.

Of course, we found out later Syd Barrett had mental problems. But there was something so otherworldly about him. He was hovering, like, six inches above the ground.

I met a bipolar bear. He laughed, cried, then wanted a threesome.

The feeble-minded, the neurotic, the criminal, perhaps, also, the artist, have unpredictability and perverted innocence in common.