Quotes About Mad

I watched so many comic book movies where the actors weren't as built as the characters in the book. It made me mad because they didn't look right.

I would be sitting in my flat watching TV, and 'Doctor Who' would be on with my flatmate there. I would have loved to share the fact that I was the new Doctor, but I couldn't. I was going mad. My dad was rather flabbergasted. When I told him, he laughed. He was excited, elated and very proud.

Even in the nineties, when it was mad and there were photographers all around the house, it never occurred to me to send someone else out to get cigarettes. It took me five minutes - went for a walk, gave a wave, went back inside.

The same sort of thing happened in my dispute with the National Trust book: Follies: A National Trust Guide, which implied that the only pleasure you can get from Folly architecture is by calling the architect mad, and by laughing at the architecture.

Donald Trump doesn't necessarily stay mad for very long. He's a transactional guy. If you can offer him something, he will take it. Or from a salesman's point of view, if he's not making the sale, you're of no use to him. But if you suddenly come back into the showroom and are willing to buy, he's willing to sell.

I have a hard time with musicians who act like pricks because it just makes me mad. I just sit there and I go, 'You know what, dude, no matter whether you're in a band just surviving or you're in a bus playing stadiums, one way or another, you're still among the rare breed of people that are actually getting paid to do it.'

I've grown to love veg - I didn't have a choice - and I've always been mad on cauliflower. It has a gentle nutty sweetness that intensifies when cooked; and you can't deny that a bowlful of cauliflower cheese is one of the ultimate comfort foods.

One of the wilder proselytizers, a Scandinavian geologist Henrick Steffens, was said to have stated that 'The diamond is a piece of carbon that has come to its sense.' To which a Scottish geologist, probably John Playfair gave the legendary reply, 'Then a quartz, therefore, must be a diamond run mad.

THAT'S IT! Terminus cried. That's AGAINST THE RULES! Polybotes frowned, obviously confused that he was being told off by a statue. What are you? he growled. Shut up! He pushed the statue over and turned back to Percy. Now I'm MAD! Terminus shrieked. I'm strangling you. Feel that? Those are my hands around your neck, you big bully. Get over here! I'm going to head-butt you so hard--

Number eight, the silver one, belongs to Artemis. She vowed to be a maiden forever. So of course, no kids. The cabin is, you know, honorary. If she didn't have one, she'd be mad.

Nico tried to swallow his bile. He wasn't mad at Reyna. He kind of liked Reyna. But so often he'd been called on to do the impossible. Normally, as soon as he accomplished it, he was forgotten.

Percy's hand went to his pocket. He slipped out his pen, Riptide. 'You're right. So if Nike was anywhere … this would be a good spot.' Frank scanned their surroundings. 'I don't see anything.' 'What if we promoted, like, Adidas shoes?' Percy wondered. 'Would that make Nike mad enough to show up?

Mina Lee was right. The isolation is driving us crazy. We just hadn't realized it yet." "Not the isolation. The mad science experiments. They've spiked the water with hallucinogens.

Are you mad because I didn't take the kiss? It wasn't an insult. I have every intention of cashing that check. Just not with all your friends watching." "I appreciate that." "Yeah?" Another searching look. Then he smiled. "Good." "Doesn't mean I'll accept the chit when you cash it. But you scored points for chivalry.

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

The venom clamors of a jealous womanPoison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

I have full cause of weeping, but this heartShall break into a hundred thousand flawsOr ere I'll weep. O fool! I shall go mad.

Mad world! mad kings, mad composition!

Why, I wondered, did people seek out portrayals of the very experiences that, in real life, would send them mad with despair? Shouldn't art be an escape, a laugh, a comfort, a thrill?

Multiverse theorists are certainly stark mad. They cannot make a worm, yet they will be making entire universes without a second thought.

his guts, the mad screams and desperate longings of seven trillion souls escape every time Korrok farts. And he does fart.

The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

Megalodon mad. Megalodon not happy. Megalodon have tantrum.

He smelled the scent of roses and it nearly maddened him. Or perhaps he was already mad. "Run now," he whispered. She stared at him, refusing to move. "Very well," he snarled, and took her into his arms.