For me it's just, I have too many ideas, man. It's a problem, actually.
Everyone thinks I'm crazy, you know, because I can't tell them the truth; which is, that I'm driven crazy by all these thoughts, all these heads.
My mind changes often […] People who have no mind can easily be steadfast and firm, but when a man is loaded down to the guards with it, as I am, every heavy sea of foreboding or inclination, maybe of indolence, shifts the cargo.
I have nine compartments in my brain, and four of them don't stop.
you just can't wait to get out of your head, can you?" "if you were in here you might want that too.
I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind.
Each thought becomes an anxiety in my brain. I am becoming the ugliest of all things: a busy man.
The wheels are spinning in my head all the time.
I have an overactive brain, and as a result of that, I can really get in my own mind. So I like to try and exercise it to the point of exhaustion.
trouble always seems heavier when it is only one's thought and not one's bodily activity that is employed about it.
