Underneath all reason lies delirium and drift.
My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.
When you are insane, you are busy being insane - all the time.
A million thoughts went through my mind. What little mind I have.
Hold it, Doc, a world war passed through my brain. He said, Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane.
I don't want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow. I hope I end up a blithering idiot cursing the sun - hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks.
GET RID OF MEANING. YOUR MIND IS A NIGHTMARE THAT HAS BEEN EATING YOU: NOW EAT YOUR MIND.
My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.
You know what the really scary thing about bad dreams? It's that something's going on in your head, and you can't control it. I mean, It's like there's these bad worlds inside you. But it's just you... it's like you're betraying yourself.
I think all teenagers feel a lot of things at once; everything's going crazy in our brain.
There’s a massive glitter ball in my head and it has never stopped turning
Raving mad is quite easy. You just chew up the scenery or something. It's quiet mad that's hard.
The man is clear in his mind, but his soul is mad.
I had a variety of minds about me and all of them unsettled.
My life is in shambles. It is crazy. It couldn't get any crazier. I'm just trying to stay sane.
Her mind was all disorder. The past, present, future, every thing was terrible.
I don't sleep much. I'm on the go. My mind is racing. My wife says my mind is like the rolling dials on a slot machine. So, yeah, I think about everything.
But I confess that "my mind to me a kingdom is" - not! Rather it is a fantastical republic, daily troubled by more revolutions than ever occurred in South America.
Our minds are like crows. They pick up everything that glitters, no matter how uncomfortable our nests get with all that metal in them.
When you are insane, you are busy being insane-all the time ... when I was crazy, that was all I was.
What are you thinking? Nothing. I mean...a lot of things. Kind of all at once.
More and more I find that in order to create effectively one has to consider delirium and, yes, organize it.
My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.
When I don't think biblically, I go nuts. I just go, 'This is crazy.'
My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.
