“Don't ever call me mad, Mycroft. I'm not mad. I'm just… well,, that's all.”

“Call me irresponsible
Yes, I'm unreliable
But it's undeniably true
That I'm irresponsibly mad for you.”

“I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at the news.”

“I'm not mad at you I'm mad a the cheese-steak.”

“I am not mad because I'm a woman… I'm mad because you're an asshole.”

“So if I could employ
A little magic that will finally destroy
This dream that pains me and enchains me
But I can't because I'm mad…
I'm mad about the boy”

“Will it ever cloy
This odd diversity of misery and joy
I'm feeling quite insane and young again
And all because I'm mad about the boy”

“For me, the first sign of oncoming madness is that I'm unable to write.”

“I don't know if I ever really get mad in real life. It's what my shrink was saying to me all those years: You need to get mad! I think rage is so ugly. I just think there's a way to be mad and discuss it.”

“I eat football, I sleep football, I breathe football. I'm not mad, I'm just passionate.”