Quotes About Introspection

I don't know how you look at the inside of your head — what metaphor you choose — but for those of us with endless yawning stretches of interior and nothing but nothing to stop us from getting lost in it, drugs can be wonderfully helpful.

Speaking from experience, there are people who have too much space between their ears, and given the time, do nothing but free fall forever inside their heads.

I came home from work one day and felt compelled to write a book about free will.

When people start talking about enjambment and line endings, I always shut them up. This is not something to talk about, this is a private matter, it's up to the poet.

Dust is watching life's talk show.

If you think my music is sentimental and self-absorbed, I agree with you.

This seems to be one of the evil quirks of human nature, to condemn others for things you do yourself.

I do not have a psychiatrist and I do not want one, for the simple reason that if he listened to me long enough, he might become disturbed.

I am not unused to being confronted with my ow lies, but those of others never fail to throw me for a loop.

The silence between us was happy and strange, connected by the cord and the icy voices thinly echoing. "You don't have to talk," she said. "If you don't feel like it." Her eyelids were heavy and her voice was drowsy and like a secret. "People always want to talk but I like being quiet.

to make it seem something more, in short, than my own fatal tendency to try to make interesting people good

As is true of most incipient bad things in life, i had not really prepared myself for this possibility.

We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others, that in the end, we become disguised to ourselves.

the secret visible only to me: blooming in the darkness and never once mentioned by name.

Exactly. And how did they drive people mad? They turned up the volume of the inner monologue, magnified qualities already present to great excess, made people so much themselves that they couldn't stand it.

We are so costumed to disguise ourselves to others that, in the end, we become disguised to ourselves.

I see you are philosopher by nature.

Percebi que me imaginara, durante anos, em outro local mas que, na realidade, permaneci lá o tempo inteiro

for a few delirious moments I wondered if I was dead.

liked the thought of traffic and crowds, of working in a bookstore, waiting tables in a coffee shop, who knew what kind of odd, solitary life I might slip into? Meals alone, walking the dogs in the evenings; and nobody knowing who I was.

Whe can't escape who we are

To try to make some meaning out of all this seems

He looked very tired, a regard which manifested itself not in dark circles, or pallor, but a dreamy and bright-cheeked sadness.

We were silent, contemplating the awfulness of this, me feeling as if I had experienced in these few words the entire weight and sweep of Kotku's life, and Boris's.