Quotes About Self

Music is the best way I can express myself, meaning that why I write and how I came to love music comes out through Xzibit. Who I am, who Alvin Joiner is, comes out when I pick up that pen and write.

I play a little guitar, write a few tunes, make a few movies, but none of that's really me. The real me is something else.

An autobiography usually reveals nothing bad about its writer except his memory.

Style is that which indicates how the writer takes himself and what he is saying. It is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward.

In the fashion world, you have to make clothes to sell. You have to make clothes for the press. You have to make clothes for yourself. What I mean is, everything is an obligation. But a writer? A pure artist? Maybe he doesn't make one lira - but he does what he wants.

I kind of just stumbled into producing. It was more that I was a writer, and the only way you were going to get your songs done was to do them yourself.

I am not a food critic. Or a chef. Or even a professional writer. What I am schooled in the art of, however, is enjoying myself.

I take for granted that for the imaginative writer, the exercise of the imagination is part of the basic process of coping with reality, just as actors need to act all the time to make up for some deficiency in their sense of themselves.

I'm a better writer than I am a singer, and I express myself easily through writing.

Every writer, to some extent, writes about himself.

There are so many separate selves; no one who writes creatively hasn't felt that.

I've always preferred writing about grey characters and human characters. Whether they are giants or elves or dwarves, or whatever they are, they're still human, and the human heart is still in conflict with the self.

In many ways, writing is the act of saying 'I,' of imposing oneself upon other people, of saying, 'Listen to me, see it my way, change your mind.' It's an aggressive, even a hostile act.

Elena had always felt like the center of her own world - who doesn't? The world arranged itself around her like petals around the stem of a flower. This way the meadows, that way the woodland. Over here, the baryn's estate, out there, the hills that hug the known world close and imply a world at beyond. She could never come up with the edge of a world, because it always kept going on beyond. She moved the center of the world as she walked. The world was balanced on her head.

In order to remember who you are, you have to have known it in the first place.

Such silly things, children—and so embarrassing—because they keep changing themselves out of shame, out of a need to be loved or something.

Blogis nÄ—ra negeri poelgiai, o tai, kaip bjauriai po to jautiesi.

When the times are a crucible, when the air is full of crisis those who are the most themselves are the victims.

But what is character? How solid? We cut our hair, we shave our beards, we lose a limb. We remain ourselves. In dreams, however, we swap identities licentiously. We sabotage the structures of our character without a thought.

I rarely trust myself to make statements about truth.

I would leave me were I him. I would leave myself if I could.

who knows what we want? We're all mysteries, even to ourselves.

always thought a soul was private, but it appears it can be colonized against your will if you don't watch out.

A certain young scholar of Shiz Right before a philosophy quiz Guzzled splits of champagne So that he could declaim "I drink, and therefore I is.