A Quote by Matt Groening

But Marge, what if we chose the wrong religion? Each week we just make God madder and madder. — © Matt Groening
But Marge, what if we chose the wrong religion? Each week we just make God madder and madder.
I get madder and madder on giving back what I feel.
Your ego is just an idea implanted in your mind. It is poisonous. Your ego keeps driving you madder and madder.
Tell them about how you're never really a whole person if you remain silent, because there's always that one little piece inside you that wants to be spoken out, and if you keep ignoring it, it gets madder and madder and hotter and hotter, and if you don't speak it out one day it will just up and punch you in the mouth from the inside.
To be just without being mad (and the madder you get the madder you get), to be peaceful without being stupid, to be interested without being compulsive, to be happy without being hysterical... smoke grass.
Nothing can make me madder than lawyers who don't care about others.
The madder I get, the faster I go.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine.
The sane are madder than we think, the mad saner.
Anybody who doesn't have fear is an idiot. It's just that you must make the fear work for you. Hell when somebody shot at me, it made me madder than hell, and all I wanted to do was shoot back.
I proved to my own satisfaction that I am madder than I think.
There is nothing more marvelous or madder than real life.
Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.
For it is a mad world and it will get madder if we allow the minorities, be they dwarf or giant, orangutan or dolphin, nuclear-head or water-conversationalist, pro-computerologist or Neo-Luddite, simpleton or sage, to interfere with aesthetics. The real world is the playing ground for each and every group, to make or unmake laws. But the tip of the nose of my book or stories or poems is where their rights end and my territorial imperatives begin, run and rule.
Nobody's madder than me about the website not working as well as it should, which means it's going to get fixed.
At the deepest level people are madder than they want to believe. You will find that they fear being eaten, and are alarmed by their desire to devour others.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine.
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