"My brain is seething. I'm bubbling with hundreds of new ideas.They just keep welling up.
Perhaps it's possible to control thoughts to a certain extent, but to stop thinking is asking too much. My head is teeming with hundreds of beguiling notions, I'm not able to fix them before they're ousted by new thoughts. I can't keep them apart.
I'm rarely able to remember my thoughts. Before I manage to dwell on one of my inspirations, it generally melts into an even better idea, but this, too, is so fickle of character that I struggle to save it from the constant volcanic stream of new ideas...
Once more my head is full of voices. I feel haunted by an excitable swarm of souls who use my brain cells to talk to one another. I haven't the equanimity to harbour them all, some must be racked off. I have a considerable intellectual surplus and I constantly need to unburden it. At regular intervals, I have to sit down with pencil and paper and relieve myself of ideas...
When I awoke a few hours ago, I was certain I'd formulated the world's most competant adage. Now I'm not so sure, but at least I've given the virgin aphorism a due place in my notebook. I am convinced it could be traded for a better dinner. If I sold it to someone who already has a name, it might make it into the next edition of Familiar Quotations. At last, I've decided what I want to be. I shall continue doing what I've always done, but from now on, I'll make a living out of it. I don't feel the need to be famous, that's an important consideration, but I could still become extremely rich."

-Jostein Gaarder
The Ringmaster's Daughter