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Without God, reality is madness. Reason will tell you so. You either madly trust in God, or you trust in a world gone mad without him.

Without stories we would go mad. Life would lose its moorings or lose its orientations. even in silence we are living our stories

With this blistering salvo of poetic gutshots Lawson has proven himself Bizarro’s true bard, its mad laureate. Switching from dark whimsy to retina-blast shock to political outrage without missing a beat, The Troublesome Amputee is a powerful collection of pitch-black verse.

Women have been driven mad, “gaslighted”, for centuries by the refutation of our experience and our instincts in a culture which validates only male experience. The truth of our bodies and our minds has been mystified to us. We therefore have primary obligation to each other: not to undermine each other’s sense of reality for the sake of expediency; not to gaslight each other.

Women who are inclined to write poetry at all are inspired by being mad at something.

Work is my norm. I have mad energy, insane energy, a kind of stamina in terms of work that's a little crazy.

Would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?

Wouldn't you be mad if I told you to give up on someone you cared about? Just... hand her over to someone who doesn't even deserve her?" Tod gave me a strange, sad look I couldn't interpret, and the blues in his irises shifted subtly for a moment before he got control of them. "Yeah. I guess I would.

Would you please tell me what you are thinking? Before I go mad?

Yes, we do defend our office as we do defend our homes. This is a constitutional right everybody has, and nothing's funny about that. The only reason they get mad at the Black Panther Party when you do it is for the simple reason that we're political.

Yes, what we are doing is probably mad, and probably it is good and necessary all the same. It is not a good thing when man overstrains his reason and tries to reduce to rational order matters that are susceptible of rational treatment. Then there arise ideals such as those of the Americans or of the Bolsheviks. Both are extraordinarily rational, and both lead to a frightful oppression and impoverishment of life, because they simplify it so crudely. The likeness of man, once a high ideal, is in process of becoming a machine-made article. It is for madmen like us, perhaps, to ennoble it again.

Yet, mad am I not — and very surely do I not dream.

You are back, Cam. Which means for the first time since you left, it's okay for us to be mad at you for leaving. - Macey

-You are on the verge of being truly mad. -No, not at all. Look at me. I can tie my shoelaces. See?

You can choose to be mad in a negative way where it fuels you to do mean, hateful things, or you can let your madness fuel your art and channel it in a positive way.

You can't get mad at weather because weather's not about you. Apply that lesson to most other aspects of life.

You can’t get mad at a bear for being racist. You can’t get mad at a bear for being offensive. It’s not real.

You don't like it when a French housewife gets mad at you. If she gets steam behind her, she is an unstoppable creature.

You deserve to die," I whisper, suddenly realizing Iv'e said the words aloud. "Excuse me?" "Nothing." "Not nothing. You just told me that I deserve to be maggot feed." "Not maggot feed, just-" "Dead!" "Forget it" "I don't know why I said that. Just daydreaming, I guess." "Daydreaming about my death?" "Forget it", I repeat. "Are you sure you aren't still mad that I wouldn't let you borrow my vintage fishnet leggings?" "More like I didn't want to borrow them.

You'd see extraordinary-looking people around in the '70s. It was so exciting! You'd have mad people, like Gerlinde Kostiff riding around on her bicycle with a huge hat. Everybody was doing things. I don't have any bad memories of that period.

You get mad at me, you kick the tire, I don't get a bruise, the tire doesn't care, and you're the only one hurting. How's that working for you, Kip?

You don't go out and kick a mad dog. If you have a mad dog with rabies, you take a gun and shoot him.

You English are like mad bulls... you see red everywhere! What on earth has come over you, to heap on us such suspicion as is unworthy of a great nation. I regard this as a personal insult... You make it uncommonly difficult for a man to remain friendly to England.

You have certain writing tools but generally creating something from nothing makes one quite mad and Cynthia and I are quite mad you know.

You have to be able to be a good loser. You have to be okay knowing you're going to fail every day in something without getting mad and upset.

You, mad to expect repentance,Tear your robe all you want;I will never repent!

You know daytime television? You know what it's supposed to be for? It's to keep unemployed people happy. It's supposed to stop them running to the social security demanding mad luxuries like cookers and windows.

You look beautiful sitting there spitting at me like a she-cat. All I have to do is look at you, and I lust. I'm going to take you back to the hotel and take off that delectable dress and make love to you until you don't have the energy to be mad at me anymore." Ian Connelly, Marquis of Derne

You never get mad,” she said when their server left the table. “Except at me.” “That’s not true,” he said tightly. “Torie can get me going.” “Torie doesn’t count. You were obviously her mother in a previous life.

You now have learned enough to see That Cats are much like you and me And other people whom we find Possessed of various types of mind. For some are sane and some are mad And some are good and some are bad And some are better, some are worse — But all may be described in verse.

You're a mad scientist,' said Maggie, in what may well have been intended as a reassuring tone. 'We don't expect you to be nice. We just go to bed every night hoping you won't mutate us before we wake up.' Dr. Abbey blinked at her. 'That's...almost sweet. In a disturbing sort of a way.

You're always going to be mad about a bad play.

You're all mad for words. Words are just farts from a lot of fools who have swallowed too many books. Give me things!

YouTube is a new experience for me-someone threw a laptop in front of me and showed me Nic Cage going mad, which has got to be the funniest thing on YouTube. He's so courageous.

You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret... All the best people are!

You're not supposed to be accepting trophies. You're supposed to be in the back being mad that people are getting trophies.

You're living up in Heaven, but I know you're mad as Hell.

You're mad 'cause my style you're admiring. Don't be mad, UPS is hiring.

You're neither unnatural, nor abominable, nor mad; you're as much a part of what people call nature as anyone else; only you're unexplained as yet -- you've not got your niche in creation. ~ The Well of Loneliness, 1928

You would be amazed how many magicians have died after being bitten by mad rabbits. It's far more common than you might think. -Angela the Herbalist

You would go mad if you began to speculate about the impact your novel might have while you were still writing it.

You would have to be half-mad to dream me up.

A little manic was okay. A little manic paid the bills and got him up in the morning, made him magic when he needed it most.

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 much of modern music, a din to drive human beings mad.

Zombies are then a symbol of our own mad urges to destroy ourselves, and a terrifying portent that we might succeed.

All My Bitches Are Mad At Me Right Now.

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

Almost everything that will be said or done by someone who is suspected of being insane will seem to confirm that suspicion.

And there I was at night, chasing after the full moon behind the clouds like a mad man in search of the reflection of the light of love in another person, without daring to light up the spark of light that I had left within myself. It was nowhere to be seen, but I felt it was out there somewhere. I've surely seen it a couple of days ago up in the sky and my eyes couldn't have lied to me, it was so beautiful, or so it appeared to be. I guess I have to stop stalking what can't be seen for awhile and let the light of the full moon find its way through my messed up soul. Maybe it's time to go to sleep and trust that another sunrise will renew what the full moon couldn't clear away tonight. During all that time, I might've not found the light of the moon, but I rested deeply with the sound of the raindrops, while gazing at the quiet river flowing slowly. What a crucial moment to be alive!

Being bored is the price we pay for not being insane.