Today, focus your thinking around only what it is that you WANT.. No matter how crazy it may seem to YOU or OTHERS – and

The sex is fantastic, but only with a soul mate, it is insane. Thanks for giving me this feeling.

The way you look at me, the way you touch me, the way you tease me drives me crazy.

Luckily, I found a few other crazed men who almost remained that way until they died.

I don’t know how he does it but every woman he meets is crazy. He will get rid of one crazy woman but he never gets any relief — another crazy moves right in with him. It’s only after they move in and begin acting more than strange that they admit to him that they’ve done madhouse time or that their families have a long history of mental illness.

What the hell’s the matter with you guys? He’s one man… wounded!

You run away from our last fight, and you still think you can tell me what to do?

Because of me? What the hell are you saying? That it’s my fault? I did nothing wrong! You can’t blame me for this!

She’s practically a saint. Or an angel. Or it could be… she’s a monster. Come on, she’s just a little too perfect and that kind

You crazy lady with tongs!

Calcifer : No, no, no! Don’t do this! Help! Help! Crazy lady with the shovel! If you kick me out that door, the castle could

We can’t all be Mad Hatters.

When I think, I think of you, when I look, I want to look at you. I am crazy about you, even if it seems

How can you break a car seat? It’s impossible!

I want to create crazy memories with you.

I just want to do crazy stuffs to you.

Spank me in a crazy way. It is the only thing I want!

Never settle for anyone who isn’t absolutely, insanely, and foolishly happy to be with you.

If I don’t touch you soon I’ll go out of my mind.

I am not crazy about you because of your thick and muscular frame! I am crazy about you because you are so naughty, lively and smart. I love the way you talk and think situations through. You are truly God sent.

Sometimes crazy just isn’t enough.

“Some men are crazy,” I said, moving toward the door.
“What do wou mean?”
“I mean, some men are in love with their wives.”

“I thought you were sane,” I said, “but you’re just as crazy as the rest of them.”

I’m going, she said. I love you but you’re crazy, you’re doomed.

Then I gave up trying to please her and simply fucked her, ripping viciously. It was like murder. I didn’t care; my cock had gone crazy.

I think I sound crazy right now. I probably do, but I live in my own head, so it all makes sense to me.

Push my back to the wall and do weird things to my body.

I will hold you close and do naughty things to you in the most craziest way.

I want you to scatter my bed sheets with me.

You make my dopamine levels go all silly.

I suffer from insomnia and depression. Psychologists and training don’t help me. I know only one cure that can help me. It is sex with you. Wild, insane, all night long.

I promise that I will always try to make you ridiculously happy.

Thank you for coming into my life. Thank you for making me smile like crazy. Thank you for making me happy.

I can be annoying, weird, and sometimes overly emotional. But I’ll always love you like there’s no tomorrow.

I like you. Like, I really like you. Like, I’m over heels, you’re on my mind way too much, I’m singing stupid love songs really

I’m nuts about you.

I promise to keep things romantic and touching in our relationship. And I can guarantee that I will do crazy things with you and be as naughty as I can.

You’re beautiful, and I’m crazy about you.

I love you because I’m crazy about you.

I sound little freak but I think I am crazy for you I love you.

“Yeah,” I said. “What is that? A bird?”
“It’s the swan,” he said.
“Wow. A school with a swan. Wow.”

God, people like that shouldn’t be allowed to live.

“I’ll see you in Jury tomorrow at five,” he announced, and then walked away. Alaska crouched down, picked up the cigarette she had thrown away, and started smoking again. The Eagle wheeled around, his sixth sense detecting Insubordination To Authority Figures. Alaska dropped the cigarette and stepped on it. The Eagle shook his head, and even though he must have been crazy mad, I swear to God he smiled.

You don’t like New Years Eve? Are you insane? It’s literally the best holiday ever. You just party all night and it doesn’t matter what stupid stuff you do because the year’s over and you get a brand new start in the morning.

We were planning on going to Vegas. Go buy some Chevy and then Jimmy gets his legs ripped off and f*ck.

Rambo: So, how did it go?
Gabrielle: Um, everyone had a good time. They kept asking me why my uncle built these tunnels.
Rambo: What did you say?
Gabrielle: I said that you like digging, and you’re a little crazy.
Rambo: That’s fair enough.

Gabrielle: It’s crazy. I’m about to start college. I don’t know why. I have no idea what I want to do yet. Did you know what you wanted to do at my age?
Rambo: Yeah, I wanted to be a soldier.
Gabrielle: At my age?
Rambo: Even before your age.
Gabrielle: Did you like it?
Rambo: Well, I had some of the best friends I ever had for a while. It’s going to be real quiet around here without you asking all these questions.
Gabrielle: I’m sure you’ll survive.
Rambo: Yeah.

Rambo: You got to tell me, where are the men that took her?
Carmen Delgado: Who did they take? Your daughter?
Rambo: Yeah. Where is she? Who are they?
Carmen Delgado: The Martínez brothers. They took my sister. They found her dead from an overdose three years ago.
Rambo: I’m sorry. You just got to tell me where you think they are.
Carmen Delgado: No, it doesn’t work this way. There’s too many of them. Are you crazy, or what?
Rambo: I’m not thinking about that. All I can think about is how scared she must be, what she’s going through, and what your sister went through. Just help me, please. I can’t go without you.
Carmen Delgado: Okay.
Rambo: Thank you.

Teasle: “For a colonel, the way you’re talking, you don’t seem to like the military very much.”
Trautman: “Of course I don’t. Who in his right mind would?”

I wondered whether I could find a Great Perhaps here at all or whether I had made a grand miscalculation.

Vince: What is this guy sandwich crazy or something?
Leon: Nah. He ain’t here for the food, V.

You almost had me? You never had me – you never had your car… Granny shiftin’ not double clutchin’ like you should. You’re lucky that hundred shot of NOS didn’t blow the welds on the intake! You almost had me? Now, me and the mad scientist got to rip apart the block… and replace the piston rings you fried. Ask any racer. Any real racer. It don’t matter if you win by an inch or a mile. Winning’s winning.

The poem has some value, believe me. It keeps you from going totally mad.

Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.

When I was 17, I did ignorant, hoodrat stuff with my friends.

Oh, a truck! Here’s a thing that’s going to drive me absolutely crazy. The trucks! They can put people on the moon but they can’t make a quiet truck!

Well, winning the lottery is one way of becoming a millionaire, but the odds stacked against you are pretty ridiculous. You could cut those odds way down if you decided to earn a million.

Sometimes you have to let people bump their heads to realize that they are not making sense. Don’t try to figure them out or it will drive you crazy.

I am a trucker. That means I live in a crazy fantasy world with unrealistic expectations. Thank you for understanding a trucker.

I’m not crazy because I’m a male trucker, I’m crazy because I love being one!

Why does… my heart… hurt so much? Like it’s being torn apart. Is it because my outrageous wish… is so disheartening? Is it because I know… that some wishes… don’t come true? Even so… I wish. I wish…

Take chances. Do crazy things. You only live once.

Don’t you know who you love, Pudge? You love the girl who makes you laugh and shows you porn and drinks wine with you. You don’t love the crazy, sullen bitch.

Zaysen: Are you insane? One man against trained commandos… Who do you think this man is? God?
Trautman: No. God would have mercy. He won’t.

Mousa: God must love crazy people.
Rambo: Why?
Mousa: He make so many of them!

Hawthorne sucks… It’s a crazy place, and I’m happy that I was the weird one that got out.

If the world was ending, I think I would grab some Cinnamon Toast Crunch, a bunch of water, and I’d probably just… I’d probably go crazy.

Deputy Mitch: How blind are you? Can’t you see this guy’s crazy?
Deputy Sergeant Arthur Gault: Can’t you see I don’t give a shit?

Alone with thoughts of what should have long been forgotten, I let myself be carried away into the silent screams of delirium.

Sleepless nights lead only to crazed mornings—oneiric images, emotions, stories, desires, sensations arise when they choose and stay according to their own codes. The subconscious will not be denied. Dreams that should have been morph and manifest themselves in tricks of the mind: minor hallucinations play out before the eyes in the harsh light of day, they enter the ears from the inside out; wild thoughts lead away from reason. Disassociated, unprotected, not itself or too much its most base, worst self, the mind cannot be trusted. Self-skullduggery.

Women can go mad with insomnia.
The sleep-deprived roam houses that have lost their familiarity. With tea mugs in hand, we wander rooms, looking on shelves for something we will recognize: a book title, a photograph, the teak-carved bird — a souvenir from what place? A memory almost rises when our eyes rest on a painting’s grey sweep of cloud, or the curve of a wooden leg in a corner. Fingertips faintly recall the raised pattern on a chair cushion, but we wonder how these things have come to be here, in this stranger’s home.
Lost women drift in places where time has collapsed. We look into our thoughts and hearts for what has been forgotten, for what has gone missing. What did we once care about? Whom did we love? We are emptied. We are remote. Like night lilies, we open in the dark, breathe in the shadowy world. Our soliloquies are heard by no one.

That night I slept badly, thrashing about in my bed, not quite asleep and not quite awake. At times I had the feeling there was someone else in my bedroom who was talking to me, but of course I could not deal with this perception in any realistic way, since I was half-asleep and half-awake, and thus, for all practical purposes, I was out of my mind.

When I can’t sleep I count the buckles on my straightjacket.

Insomnia is the act of pushing through sleep to achieve the art of insane creativity.

Susan Page: You shared a motel room with a complete stranger? Are you crazy?
Neal: Not yet. But I’m getting there.

Neal: Sir? Sir? Sir, excuse me. I know this is your cab, but I’m desperately late for a plane, and I was wondering if I could appeal to your good nature and ask you to let me have it.
New York Lawyer: I don’t have a good nature. Excuse me.
Cab Driver – New York: Come on!
Neal: Can I offer you ten dollars for it?
New York Lawyer: Nah.
Neal: Twenty! I’ll give you twenty dollars for it.
New York Lawyer: I’ll take fifty.
Neal: All right, all right.
New York Lawyer: Anyone who’d pay fifty dollars for a cab… would certainly pay seventy-five.
Neal: Not necessarily… All right, seventy-five dollars. You’re a thief!
New York Lawyer: Close. I’m an attorney.
Neal: Have a happy holiday.
New York Lawyer: This’ll help.

If they told you wolverines would make good house pets, would you believe them?

Cab Dispatcher: Where are you going?
Neal: Chicago.
Cab Dispatcher: Chicago?
Neal: Yeah, Chicago.
Cab Dispatcher: You know you’re in St. Louis?
Neal: Yes I do.
Cab Dispatcher: Why don’t you try the airlines? It’s faster and you get a free meal.
Neal: If I wanted a joke, I’d follow you into the john and watch you take a leak. Now are you gonna help me or are you gonna stand there like a slab of meat with mittens?

People are looking for stability in a shaky world. They want something they can get hold of that’s firm and sure and an anchor in the midst of all of this instability in which they’re living.

“I’m delirious,” said Howl. “Spots are crawling before my eyes.”
“Those are spiders,” said Sophie. “Why can’t you cure yourself with a spell?”
“Because there is no cure for a cold,” Howl said dolefully.

Tough enough to be a barber. Crazy enough to rock it!

Jeeps are not made for highways, but they’re so fast that it’s driving me crazy.

It’s a crazy world out there and us Jeep people gotta stuck together.

Stay and succeed in your lane so that other people’s success will not keep driving you insane, save yourself some baseless stress.