Bram Stoker Quotes

We were worried about that actually. The cast was thinking that they'd lose their minds. But we didn't.

The General is suffering from mental saddle sores.

I've always wondered if, at some point, everything will snap, and it'll be like 'Alice in Wonderland,' where the delightfully mad people turn into sinister mad people.

I can't properly explain it, but I don't mind admitting I suffered a breakdown.

I only hear my own voice. When you start hearing other voices, then it's time to worry.

Sometimes I feel like there are just too many things weighing on my mind at once, and I can't control my thoughts or even my body at times.

The only problem with seeing too much is that it makes you insane.

Medically speaking, there is no such thing as a nervous breakdown. Which is very annoying to discover when you're right in the middle of one.

Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked.

I'm very emotional; I think I may go mad in several years' time.

We manage the fear, I manage the fear, but it certainly takes its toll, the strain does.

I just sort of lost my head for a little while.

If we weren't all crazy, we'd just go insane.

... madness entered my veins.

... too emotionally strung out.

My mother had very poor hearing for many years, until she went basically into - I guess I would call it a psychotic break. She was OK one day, and the next day she was completely cuckoo, violent, paranoid.

A breakdown involves getting to the point at which your mental state prevents you from doing the normal things of your everyday life. I remember from my own experience that I was completely ambushed by mine.

Paranoia can be such a powerful hallucinogen if you're not careful - but it's great to kind of recognize it as that.

Most of the depressions are self-created. A few people are pathologically ill: they cannot help it. It just comes from within because of genetic and other factors. But almost everybody else can be driven to madness, because the line between sanity and insanity is quite thin.

Paranoia: the gift of the survivor and the burden of the overtired, stressed, and terrified.

True, nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am, but why will say that I am mad?! The disease had haunted my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Of all the sense of hearing acute.

The fear of life is the favorite disease of the 20th century.

I still feel I'm going to wake up any moment, and my skin's going to break out all over.

Any time I got in emotional turmoil, I felt sick all the time, like at any minute I would die.

We all go a little mad sometimes.