TRUE! – nervous – very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses – not destroyed – not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily – how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

TRUE! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?

True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?

And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses?

And haven't I told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses.

they said you were mentally healthy, but your madness is the worst

Oh hell yes, I'm a nervous wreck.

And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses? -- now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.

Terribly! Yes, yes, yes, and also, it’s quite important for me to be nervous, because if I’m not then it feels like it doesn’t matter enough

I’m not afraid, but I’m very nervous.

That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.

I am mad, I think. I am mad therefore I think. I am mad therefore I think I am.

To be acutely conscious is a disease, a real, honest-to-goodness disease.

They raise the question of whether I’ve been crazy, and am suddenly sane, or whether I’ve been sane up to now, and have suddenly gone crazy.