Critics! Appalled I ventured on the name.
Those cutthroat bandits in the paths of fame.

People think you're crazy if you talk about things they don't understand.

I then believed critics were by nature no less confused than confusing.

People think you’re crazy if you talk about things they don’t understand.

...My point is, I went crazy. When I saw what a black, awful joke the world was. I went crazy as a coot! I admit it! Why can't you?

I must really be crazy, now — because craziness is where everybody agrees about something, — except you!

Authors, he thought. Even the sane ones are nuts.

Exceptional people are often called crazy by the ordinary world.

The historians criticized a tendency, as they phrased it, to too rapid generalization. Other people blamed my method; and those who complimented me were those who understood me least.

The critics of the New Deal exaggerated the power of the intellectuals and also portrayed them as impractical, irresponsible, conspiratorial experimentalists, grown arrogant and publicity-conscious because of their sudden rise from obscurity to prominence.

I felt wise and cynical as all hell.

Critics call them narcissistic, not knowing the thoughtful nature of their inward search; self-annihilating, not knowing the spaciousness of the Self they join; elitist, not knowing how desperately they want to share what they have seen; irrational, not realizing how much further their new worldview goes toward resolving problems, how much more coherent it is with everyday experience.

They damned the books I read and the things I thought by calling them immoral; later the fashion changed, and they damned things by calling them ‘clever.

I've always been criticized, right from the beginning! Right from the very first day I was born... They said I wasn't right for the part!