I live a wild and crazy life.

do something wild, crazy.

I'm not a wild and crazy person.

But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.

I'm the kind of crazy no one can deal with, but no one can live without...

George smiles to himself, with entire self-satisfaction. Yes, I am crazy, he thinks. That is my secret; my strength.