Roger Zelazny

This thing with my moods, my thoughts — it comes and it goes. Even now, I feel some of my control slipping away.

“Thanks, Julian. I — You are a difficult man to understand.”
“Not so. I think the Corwin I hated must have died centuries ago. Ride now, man! If Brand shows up around here, I’ll nail his hide to a tree!”

“Mind if I ask why you put it there?”
“I’d be dead now if I hadn’t.”
“Pretty good reason.”

“How serious is this, Corwin?”
“It could be the end of everything,” I said. “I have to go now.”

“Why does he want so badly to attune it? So he can raise a few storms? Hell, he could take a walk in Shadow and make all the weather he wants.”

Yes, I believe Brand is somewhat mad. Looking back over the years, recalling his personality changes, his cycles of moods, it seems there was something of a schizoid pattern there.