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I love 'Mad Men' & 'Nip Tuck.'

I love 'The Killing', I love 'Homeland' and 'Mad Men', all those shows that lean into the tone of things.

I love whiskey, and I'm a big fan of 'Mad Men,' so anything that Don Draper does, I like to do. But I want Don Draper to get back to where he was in the first season. I like him married and gallivanting around.

I'm alone. And I'm crying. And no one is coming to the crib. And the nightlight has burned out. And I'm mad. I'm so mad. Left frontal lobe. I...I...I don't feel so good. Left occipital lobe. I... don't remember where...Left parietal lobe. I...I...I can't remember my name,but...but...Right temporal...but I'm still here. Right frontal. I'm still here... Right occipital.I'm still...Right parietal. I'm...Cerebellum. I'm...Thalamus. I...Hypothalamus. I...Hippocampus...Medulla.

I'm a mad lover of sport. You cannot say a bad word to me about sports. So I know business is involved and I know it can be cynical, and, of course, I watch it, but for me it's pure.

I'm a mad dog whose only concern is winning.

I'm big-busted... I can't always wear the cutest bras, and it makes me so mad.

I met another man who considered himself perfect, but he was thoroughly mad; and I do not believe that any of the pretenders to perfection are better than good maniacs... for while a man has got a spark of reason left in him, he cannot, unless he is the most impudent of impostors, talk about being perfect.

I'm heading for a clean-named place like Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o'-lantern, will get there without help and nosy proclivities.

I'm jealous. I'm mad. I feel bad. But one day, I woke up and I thought, you know what? This is wearing me out. And I'm not getting anywhere. So, I decided that even though I did not have a good beginning, I made a decision that I was going to let go of what lies behind and I was going to have a great finish.

I'm just doing what I wanted to and what feels right and not settling for bullshit and it worked. How can they be mad at that?

I’m just mad for San Francisco. It is like London and Paris stacked on top of each other.

I'm like a mad professor, but without the spiky hair.

I'm left handed and I'm playing a right handed kit... That's why everyone thought, 'Wow, he's a genius,' but all I was doing was trying to play backwards... It's one of those mad accidents, you can't learn it.

I'm learning in my old age that the only thing you can do to keep your sanity is to stay in the moment.

I'm mad at him, too, for being out late. But I'm not mad enough to take a chance on losing a ball game and possibly the pennant.

Im mad keen on recycling because Im worried about the next generation and where all this waste were producing is going. It has to stop. I wash out my plastic containers and recycle envelopes, everything I possibly can.

I'm mad, you know? I don't think of retiring at all.

I'm mad about gardening. I have an allotment on the other side of Hampstead Heath, and I keep three hens in my garden.

Imma kill it I promise this, I know you mad.

I'm mad in the front of my mind, but business-minded in the back.

I'm not good for you. I don't know why you make me want you so bad. I was angry with myself when I said all that earlier. I was mad because I wanted you in a way I'd never experienced before. Before you, I just wanted to excel in football and school. I wanted my parents to be proud of me. But now, I want other things too. You get to me in a way I don't understand

Im not angry. I have never been angry in my entire life. The only thing that makes me angry is people videorecording me. Making me mad. NOW TURN IT OFF!

I’m not mad. I’m in a perfectly happy mood, you asshole.

I'm not mad at anybody. I'm not being forced out. It is what it is. I have no reason to lie.

I'm not motivated to entertain people through Twitter, so just by having Twitter and not saying anything, I make people mad.

I'm quite mad by nature, and it's my craziness that has saved me from extinction.

I'm overflowing with stories, delighted and quite mad with the beauty and tragedy of them.

In a mad world, it is the mad who are sane.

I'm sure if you see things you wrote when you were 19, you cringe. I saw stuff like angry poetry that I wrote when I was mad at my father, or photos I took where I smeared period blood on myself. It's embarrassing.

I'm sure I've all but lost friends by maintaining that, despite their love for it, I always saw Stanley Kramer's 'It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World' as more of an exercise in anti-comedy than humor.

I'm very much afraid of being mad - that's my one fear.

In 1970s Britain, conservative philosophy was the preoccupation of a few half-mad recluses.

In a mad world it always seems simpler to obey.

I'm such a weirdo. I'm animal-mad, so my ideal date would probably be something involving going to see animals.

I'm the age where we didn't have television as kids. So when I saw my nieces and nephews watching Howdy Doody, Kukla, Fran and Ollie, and so forth, I thought the world had gone mad.

I'm very free with all my emotions, whether it's happy, sad, mad, glad, whatever.

I'm weak cause I believe you and I'm mad because I love.

In an age of madness, to expect to be untouched by madness is a form of madness. But the pursuit of sanity can be a form of madness, too

In a Tim Burton movie, you know it's going to be something unusual, or a bit mad. Something "other.

In describing one way of going mad, I shall try to show that there is a comprehensible transition from the sane schizoid way of being-in-the-world to a psychotic way of being-in-the-world.

In living through this great epoch, it is difficult to reconcile oneself to the fact that one belongs to that mad, degenerate species that boasts of its free will. How I wish that somewhere there existed an island for those who are wise and of good will. In such a place even I should be an ardent patriot!

I need to get a greater vocabulary than what I have and when I get mad and my brain searches for a word. I have to find different words and to do that you need to have more of an education.

I never have tantrums. If anything makes me mad, I'm silent. If I'm not talking, leave me alone.

I never understood alienation. Alienation from what? You have to want to be part of something in order to feel alienated from it.

In his student days, he used to argue that if a woman has no other course open to her but starvation, prostitution, or throwing herself from a bridge, then surely the prostitute, who has shown the most tenacious instinct for self-preservation, should be considered stronger and saner than her frailer and no longer living sisters. One couldn't have it both ways, he'd pointed out: if women are seduced and abandoned they're supposed to go mad, but if they survive, and seduce in their turn, then they were mad to begin with.

In England the boy pats his adored one on the back and says softly, "I don't object, you know." If he is quite mad with passion, he may add: "I rather fancy you, in fact.

I never argue with the tape. To be angry at the market because it unexpectedly or even illogically goes against you is like getting mad at your lungs because you have pneumonia.

I notice when I'm on these trips, I read like mad. It's the only thing that seems to center me, bring me back to remembering who I am. Or forgetting who I am!

In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking. Now, Heaven knows, anything goes. The world has gone mad today, and good's bad today, and black's white today, and day's night today.