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How tired he is. Lack of sleep, fog, but the main thing is the eternal feeling of helplessness in front of the madness, which multiplied its faces every day ...

All these years she lived with a madman, but how could she know? His madness was like an underground sea, the surface of which is covered with rocks and a thick layer of soil. Flowers grow on this soil, you can walk among them, and it won't even occur to anyone that bottomless depths are hidden under their feet, and they really are there and have always been.

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Why am I doing this? I was left alone, among the children and corpses. No one else. Career, family, future I destroyed everything. But I keep an eye on them. What for? Mother's love? Call of duty? Guilt? Stupidity. They are ungrateful immoral animals. They respect only strength and fear. There's nothing to love them for.
So maybe I'm just pleased to feel like a good person? Because of a sense of power over someone? Or is it pride in their work... I don't know.
Maybe you know? Tell me, why did you come for your brother?

Where madness rules the world - there is no peace, emptiness reigns there!

Madness is like a cracked lens that completely distorts a person's reality.

... Hatred is itself a dangerous kind of madness.

- He was adopted.

Love and madness are two stars in the same sky.

They welcome possible death and rejoice in a large company. They are crazy and beautiful.

Family. We love relatives, even if they drive us crazy.

“Undoubtedly,” Proemperador agreed. “As I don’t remember who said, the question is whether it’s crazy enough to work.”

You talked about Nietzsche and his tertiary syphilis. About Mozart and his uremia. About Paul Klee and the scleroderma that twisted his joints and muscles and led to death. Frida Kahlo and a split spine that caused bleeding sores on her legs. Lord Byron and his limp. The Brontë sisters with their consumption. Mark Rothko with his suicide. Flannery O'Connor with cutaneous tuberculosis. Inspiration needs sickness, injury, madness.

For what is life with a man if not life within his mad? A man's madry can be quite ordinary, unremarkable - for example, if he is a member of a certain team. But such mad will not be enough. Not big enough - and therefore it will only embirify a woman and deprive her of contentment with life.