Hé woffode ðá swá lange mid wordum dyslíce, óð ðæt hé feóll geswógen.

We were raving about him two months ago.

We can go mad whenever we like. We can leave our minds behind and play in the garden at night. The gate is always open. And the moon is always bright.

I'm bipolar, but I'm not crazy, and I never was. I'm stark raving sane.

I don't know if you've noticed, but our two-party system is a bowl of shit looking at itself in the mirror.

Sometimes people gather around and say that guy has something to say, but in most cases you're the raving lunatic talking to five people. How much time do you want to spend talking to five people?