I would make them mad with the wanting of me!
Many of the refugees were too mad with fear to think clearly.
Even to look upon one can drive a man mad with passion.
Only now, half mad with fear, was he able to act against her.
The very thought of them made him half mad with hunger.
This isn't personal, I don't think people should get mad with each other.
How would she keep him from going mad with frustration here?
And there was not a bit of use in getting mad with her.
Then mad with the pain in his head and… died.
Color and form enough to drive a man mad with delight.
