Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food.
The touring was crazy, it was a lot of work. But I enjoyed it.
She knew I love her like a crazy bitch; that is why she started hating me.
You know, I’m kind of a wild crazy workaholic guy.
am i insane” asked alice”yes, but all the best people are” replied her father
I loved her as long as a midget. It was gruesome, and then I grew some.
That’s one thing I get neurotic about: I need my soup to be crazy hot.
The mind is crazy thing. To be focused is the most difficult thing.
Crazy people. They never think they’re crazy. Their craziness makes perfect sense to them.