His mind was like a soup dish, wide and shallow; it could hold a small amount of nearly anything, but the slightest jarring spilled the soup into somebody's lap
Most men are within a finger's breadth of being mad.
Music is my therapy and my straitjacket. Music keeps me sane and keeps my mind on something. It's fragile up there.
Inside every sane person there's a madman struggling to get out," said the shopkeeper. "That's what I've always thought. No one goes mad quicker than a totally sane person.
The sick mind can not bear anything harsh. [Lat., Mensque pati durum sustinet aegra nihil.]
It's really scary when you have a moment of temporary sanity.
Her sanity was a fragile thing, a butterfly cupped in her hands, that she carried with her everywhere, afraid of what would happen if she let it go-or got careless and crushed it.
I loathe having a fragile brain and knowing as I make any plan that I should provide for the possibility that my mind may betray me at short notice.
Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
My impression was, he's walking as though he's made of glass, and if you should touch him he would just shatter apart. I don't know if it was an act or what, but it sure was effective.
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!
