I know you think I’m crazy. Maybe that’s because I am. About life, about this moment, about you.

If you have an enemy, then learn and know your enemy, don’t just be mad at him or her.

Do you have any idea how mad you sound?’‘Indeed I do. I have in moments of doubt considered the question of my sanity.’ (…)‘And?’‘Then I consider what a piece of work is man. How defective...

Until you go and grow ‎MAD‬ with and in your true passion and purpose, you cannot enter the realm of meteority which is enemical to mediocrity.

A celebrity starts being a cele-crazy when he’s seen often, he’s just like the ordinary man in the streets. Without much ado to shout his name, i go my way.

I was so mad, I reached into the drawer for her fake sushi eraser and put it in my pocket. Serves her right for being such a big, fat, Eggo-scarfing liar.

I was raised that way: don’t get mad, get smart.

Please sell $10,000 worth of stock — we have decided to lead a mad and extravagant life.

I sometimes think if I did not write I would be a madwoman. Now I am a sane woman with a lot of mad pages.

I thought you were mad at me.””I am.””Well, I make it a rule never to have sex with anyone who’s mad at me.”He arched a brow. “It’s a wonder you’ve ever had sex at all.

They called me mad, and I called them mad, and damn them, they outvoted me.

The only trouble was that the scripture master, Mr. Ebenzar, was a fanatic.

I wear the universe backwards. I imagine putting stars in my coffee, and sugar in the sky. I imagine going fishing in clouds, and watching the sun hide behind lakes. I’m too busy dancing with...

They certified that I was sane; but I know that I am mad.” This confession gives us the key to what is most important and significant in Tolstoy’s hidden life.

Crazy people are considered mad by the rest of the society only because their intelligence isn’t understood.

A large American automobile came crawling close to us, and we could hear from behind its thick windows the deep bass of the radio, and the nasty words of a hateful song.It seemed like so...

Sophia shrieked and fainted on the ground – I screamed and instantly ran mad. We remained thus mutually deprived of our senses, some minutes, and on regaining them were deprived of them again. For an...

There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.

He’s unconventionally attractive and yet coincidentally everything I’ve ever wanted.

I work so much. If I don’t get all the comforts, I will turn mad.

My mum and mad were both very generous, encouraging parents.

you never loved me, so you never met the lover hidden in me.

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn...

If a friend starts behaving silly because you bother him so much, don’t worry, you’re not the first person, he has got a sting in his stomach, an hunger that causes an epidemic hatred.

It is a strange thing that the human species can only go three days without water and three weeks without food, before the body dies. Yet, so many people can go years hanging onto pain...

Beasts bounding through time. Van Gogh writing his brother for paintsHemingway testing his shotgunCeline going broke as a doctor of medicinethe impossibility of being humanVillon expelled from Paris for being a thiefFaulkner drunk in the...

I figured out why I have such big hands. It’s to hold all the love I have to offer the world. So don’t get mad at me when I make you bring in all the...

The only difference between me and a madman is that I’m not mad.

But in terms of satire and comedy, our biggest and earliest influence was Mad magazine.

Dance like you’re stamping on a human face forever, love like you’ve been in a serious car crash that minced the front of your brain, stab like no one can arrest you, and live like...

All My Bitches Are Mad At Me Right Now.

I don’t know what ‘Mad Men’ has done for my fan base. I didn’t know that I still had a fan base, to be honest.

Anger is like sex urge, once gratified, the inner voice calls you a stinking fool.

Someone yelled at me once, ‘You never write about yourself.’ People used to get so mad at me for that. But my definition of myself is completely up for grabs. I’m everywhere, just like we...

If I’m right,’ she said, ‘and you have all sorts of juicy information in that dossier of yours, you’ll know that I am an abnormally forgiving person, even of those who have used me and...

My anger feels hot and bilious but I keep it bottled until it doubles back and I’m mad at myself.

I welcome him like I welcome cold sores. He’s from England, he’s angry and he’s got Mad Power Disease.

I love you madly, forever.

My greatest thrill was the day Mad magazine spoofed ‘Ghost.’

Statistics say that a range of mental disorders affects more than one in four Americans in any given year. That means millions of Americans are totally batshit.but having perused the various tests available that they...

You don’t really see too many straight friendships between men and women on ‘Mad Men.’

When your madness is creative and necessary, people will not notice the fact that you are crazy.

The only real conflict you will ever have in your life won’t be with others, but with yourself.

You’re cute when you’re mad.” He caressed my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. I huffed in exasperation. “Is that why you make me mad all the time?

It’s a lot easier to be crazy or mad than to just get on with living.

You baffle me, addle me, drive me insane. You muddle, befuddle, and rattle my brain. My senses are mad, Skewed judgment to blame.You drive me half stark-raving bonkers!(But the truly crazy thing is how I...

Quite often you drive me mad, but more often I’m just mad about you. And that darling, that’s the best love there is.

Madness is like an alternative residence. When sanity chases you out of home, take shelter in madness.

I count everything. Even numbers, odd numbers, multiples of 10. I count the ticks of the clock i count the tocks of the clock I count the lines between the lines on a sheet of...

I think I’d go mad if I didn’t have a place to escape to.