Quotes About Self

Today you're in a hospital. Or at least this morning. This hour. This minute. Where you'll be three minutes from now is anyone's guess. You've begun to notice, though, that, bit by bit the sense of being outside yourself has diminished with each passing day. A critical mass is reached, and now your soul collapses in upon itself. You're back inside the vessel of your body. Just one. Just you. Just an individual. Me.

Who he was and who he will be are connected only by the fine, nearly invisible thread of who he is now.

This is the true meaning of alone; Levi Jedediah Calder suddenly realizing he no longer exists.

I'm Cochran. Cochran Stæinsby," he said. "But you can call me Ran." "What a curious nickname." "Well, the first half of Cochran is a bit problematic for a nickname, isn't it?

I am lost in every possible way-Lev

Never let anyone else name you

You are not me, those eyes say. You never were, you never will be.

My ego says it must be me they're after

You still have your own mind,' she pointed out. 'That's got to be worth something.

Everyone just calls me Emby. Is that your choice, or theirs? asks the Admiral. Well...theirs, mostly-but I got used to it. Never let anyone else name you, says the Admiral.

You can be anyone you want to be now, Unwind (pg. 80)

You'll find your own path. It may not bring you redemption, it might not even bring you peace, but it will keep you from despising yourself.

I am the vampire at my own veins.

It is regrettable that, among the Rights of Man, the right of contradicting oneself has been forgotten.

And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.

I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.

If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.

each man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.

Hey baby, when I write, I'm the hero of my shit.

I am not like other people. I am burning in hell. the hell of myself.

I feel no grief for being called something which I am not; in fact, it's enthralling, somehow, like a good back rub

My flesh looked like it wasn't trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.

Once in a dream I saw a snake swallowing its own tail, it swallowed and swallowed until it got halfway round, and there it stopped and there it stayed, it was stuffed with its own self. Some fix, that. We only have ourselves to go on, and it's enough…

love needs too much help, he said. hate takes care of itself.