1 You know I have had brain fever, and that is to be mad.
2 Even the madness of fright was not to them, so that they could break away.
3 There was a mocking smile on the bloated face which seemed to drive me mad.
4 I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
5 When he slid in through the window, though it was shut, and did not even knock, I got mad with him.
6 At present I am going in my mind from point to point as a mad man, and not a sane one, follows an idea.
7 Whilst I live on here there is but one thing to hope for, that I may not go mad, if, indeed, I be not mad already.
8 When I look back after a few hours I think I must have been mad for the time, for I behaved much as a rat does in a trap.
9 I am loath to think it, and indeed it would be almost as great a marvel as the other to find that Van Helsing was mad; but anyhow I shall watch him carefully.
10 Take it and keep it, read it if you will, but never let me know; unless, indeed, some solemn duty should come upon me to go back to the bitter hours, asleep or awake, sane or mad, recorded here.
11 Her face was ghastly, with a pallor which was accentuated by the blood which smeared her lips and cheeks and chin; from her throat trickled a thin stream of blood; her eyes were mad with terror.
12 I have tried to keep an open mind; and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane.
13 White-crested waves beat madly on the level sands and rushed up the shelving cliffs; others broke over the piers, and with their spume swept the lanthorns of the lighthouses which rise from the end of either pier of Whitby Harbour.
14 I would fain have rebelled, but felt that in the present state of things it would be madness to quarrel openly with the Count whilst I am so absolutely in his power; and to refuse would be to excite his suspicion and to arouse his anger.
15 I had a growing conviction that this sudden change of his entire intellectual method was but yet another form or phase of his madness, and so determined to let him go on a little longer, knowing from experience that he would, like all lunatics, give himself away in the end.