Quotes About Crazy

I'm Lila, and yes, he's crazy. But you must have noticed that before now. He was crazy back when I knew him, and he's obviously gotten crazier over time.

If you are a crazy person who needs to have clandestine meetings, then, just like in real estate, what matters most is location, location, location.

Oh yeah,Call said under his breath. I'm the crazy one. Nothing to worry about at the ole Magisterium. Evil pony school, here we come. Pg. 58

Compulsion: one of those solid respectable psychological-sounding words to nicely wrap the truth: she was as mad as a hatter, as crazy as a bedbug. Oh,

I couldn't act like a normal person again when she now knows me as a crazy person, because that would imply I have a choice. That I can choose to be crazy or normal. And if I have a choice, then that would imply that I'm not really crazy at all, and I should just stop it and get on with my life.

How could she explain to Felicity that her anxiety was like a strange, mercurial little pet she was forced to look after? Sometimes it was quiet and pliable; other days it was crazy, running around in circles, yapping in her ear.

Man I go crazy on the beat I go Nimrod, Man I act a ass, treat the beat like a hemorrhoid Man I go to work on the beat, call it employ, Man I kicks it, b-tch get your shin guard.

Mama always told me I was crazy and my hoes say Im amazing but I dont listen to a lady.

Crazy muthaf-cka. I am one, but the crazy thing is, I began one.

My gun go crazy like its retarded. Red light on its like its recording.

But when the blood is mine, it can send the boy djamphir a little crazy. It's something about me being svetocha . Super-happy stuff in my blood even before I "bloom," something that reaches down and wakes up the crazy in anyone with a touch of nosferat . After the blooming hit, I'd have my own superhuman strength and speed. And that super-happy stuff in my blood would make me toxic to suckers just like Raid is toxic to insects.

Yeah, if it's a great story definitely. Kids love it. I hear some 3 or 4 year old kids who can't speak in complete sentences and they love to talk about Scooby-Doo. It's fun. It's really a great character. There's not a lot of broad, young and smart, crazy, zany characters that you get to play like this. (Cinema Confidential; March 23, 2004)

But sometimes normal just isn't happening. Sometimes crazy feels too good to resist.

There's a whole vampire community online - those are some crazy people.

I have seen some crazy people do some crazy things on my variety show. I have to stop and ask them a lot of the time, just how they figured out that they could do the things that they do, some of it is just plain freaky.

For me, my preference for comedy is grounding it in the psychology of the character, and not just kind of making faces. Even when it's a crazy character, grounded comedy resonates more with people because it doesn't look like you're watching someone do vaudeville. No offense to vaudeville.

It's weird to think I'm in a show in Vegas with my name in lights. It's crazy, like a dream.

Las Vegas is a crazy, crazy town at times, so there's a lot of high-end things I get.

We've had those experiences as a band and you fast forward to just the crazy rock 'n' roll nights, where you'd try to outlast each other and see who could drink the most. Fast forward to now and it really is amazing and nice how family-friendly Vegas has become.

My fans go crazy over jaw clenches. They also love hand veins... they're infatuated with hands in general.

For our anniversary, my wife and I went to see Godzilla, and then we ate at Barnyard Venice, and it was like, 'We are crazy! The Kardashians have to keep up with us!'

Hurray—I was someone else. I was not completely crazy yet. Seriously antisocial, of course, and somewhat sporadically homicidal, nothing wrong with that. But not crazy.

Everyone is so cheerful and happy," I said "This isn't Mister Rogers Neighborhood, Dex. It's Miami. Only the bad guys are happy." She looked at me without expression, a perfect cop stare. "How come you're not laughing and singing?" "Unkind, Deb. Very unkind. I've been good for months." She took a sip of water. "Uh-huh. And it's making you crazy.

Ah, well," I stammered, overcome by the absolute shocking effrontery and absurdity of it—were all human women crazy?