“But don’t you see, he’s mad? It’s all mad! The whole thing of going by the rhyme is mad! Dressing up the judge, killing Rogers when he was chopping sticks—drugging Mrs. Rogers so that she overslept herself—arranging for a bumble bee when Miss Brent died!”
“What’s genius? I don’t know but I do know that the difference between a madman and a professional is that a pro does as well as he can within what he has set out to do and a madman does exceptionally well at what he can’t help doing.”
“In the end, it wasn’t death that surprised her but the stubbornness of life. She couldn’t understand how the Lisbons kept so quiet, why they didn’t wail to heaven or go mad.”
“He wouldn’t fight and be fierce no matter what they did. He just sat and smelled. And the Banderilleros were made and the Picadores were madder and the Matador was so made he cried because he couldn’t show off with his cape and sword. ”
“We’ve been in the car for two days now. Mom and Dad are at the breaking point. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want them to get mad at me-it just happens.”
“I was so mad I smashed up the bike so I don’t even have that anymore. And now I’m in a new children’s home and they’ve advertised me in the papers but there weren’t many takers and now I think they’re getting a bit desperate.”
“She flew at him so madly that you could see fire spurting from her ears. Big Pickles ducked and Jenny struck the ladders. The truck toppled over, with Pickles beneath it.”