The strange hours before morning could give one any mad thought.

Neither could voice the mad, eerie thoughts that assailed them.

She was still holding the skillet, and she had one mad thought of heaving it at his head.

This wasn't right, came a mad thought.

Would he stand about, trying to think mad thoughts to discover if any of them seemed more natural?

A mad thought leaped up in my mind.

Of course it had belonged among those unhappy mad thoughts which she had had in the last days.

A mad thought came into my mind.

He was still giggling with delight at the mad thought, as his head crashed into the concrete areaway.

He entertained the mad thought that the Sisterhood had clogged his mind with some secret drug in the air.