I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down daemons from the stars. . . . I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness. . . .
Here is what happens in middle age: Some friends and acquaintances who were merely eccentric for years become unmistakably mad.
How many persons condemned to the horrors of solitary confinement have gone mad - simply because the thinking faculties have lain dormant!
Stan said he used to keep Hardy late, make him miss his golf game, and really get him mad.
Madness does not always howl. Sometimes, it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "Hey, is there room in your head for one more?
Metrics are not a device for restraining the mad, any more than 'open form' or free verse is a prairie where a man can do all kinds of manly things in a state of wholesome unrestrictedness.
I don't keep a record of the parts I've played, and I don't compare characters, but maybe I should? I could construct a graphic that grades badness and madness levels? Interesting idea.
Then a friend of Jim's suggested we make a theme song to explain the story, and this is where the Mads came from. Josh and I wrote it into the theme song.
All that old road of the past unreeling dizzily as if the cup of life had been overturned and everything gone mad. My eyes ached in nightmare day (235).
Milo Tindle: You're mad! You're a bloody madman! Andrew Wyke: You are a young man dressed as a clown about to be murdered.
I remember I had a fight with my friend when I touched a boy for the first time and I didn't tell her. She got mad with me, not because I didn't tell her but because I'd done it in the first place.
The release of 'Lungs' was so hard. It was terrifying, because it was the first time doing everything. The first experiences of media exposure were almost paralysing. I spent a lot of time crying on the floor of the studio - it sent me a bit mad.
If I do a song where I'm angry, when it's time to perform it live I'm not mad, I'm happy. I'm at a concert. But I have to somehow drum up that rage. That's acting.
I'm a perfectionist, so I can drive myself mad - and other people, too. At the same time, I think that's one of the reasons I'm successful. Because I really care about what I do.
Brian Roberts: You're American. Sally: Oh God, how depressing! You're meant to think I'm an international woman of mystery. I'm working on it like mad.
Mad Dog: You know what I hate? Two groups of people: fucking cops and creeps who betray their old bosses.
The Stranger: Wonder what took her so long to get mad? Mordecai: Because maybe you didn't go back for more?
Max Rockatansky: You know, hope is a mistake. If you can't fix what's broken, you'll go insane.
Narrator: "Where must we go, we who wander this wasteland, in search of our better selves." -The First History Man
Max Rockatansky: [pointing at his Interceptor car being driven by a War Boy] That's mine!
Max Rockatansky: What else can they take from me? They took my blood, now my car.
