Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food.
I’m not crazy about the rap thing. Or house music.
On second thought, I think I am more crazy than my goat.
Good.”He puts the gun under his chin and pulls the trigger.
It’s a lot easier to be crazy or mad than to just get on with living.
I made enough money to buy a house. That’s crazy, but fame proved ephemeral.
All right, baby,” Daphne crooned.”Talk to Mama and tell me all your secrets. . . .
We’re clear,” she said. “You’re kind of a psycho. I get that
I’m going crazy, Louis thought wonderingly. Wheeeeee!
People who were perfectly sane on Tuesday sometimes go nuts on Wednesday.
I was never into the boy crazy thing because I was very focused on my career.