Celine: Now I know why Sylvia Plath put her head in a toaster! Jesse: It was an oven.
Before Midnight[after killing a would-be assassin] Stephen: I didn't like him anyway. He wasn't right in the head.
Braveheartthe dank night is sweeping down from the sky and the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.
VirgilThe horrid mystery hanging over us in this house gets into my head like liquor, and makes me wild.
Wilkie Collins