Quotes About Introspection

One mind can think only of its own questions; it rarely surprises itself.

I'm kind of under the radar. Not a lot of people notice me. Which is surprising, because I'm so sexy. They're probably intimidated by my sexiness and crushability.

I'm sorry that it was all so successful. I honestly didn't mean it to happen like that. It's hardly surprising that people grew to hate me.

It's actually very surprising how little we think about the quality of our decision-making and how we could improve it. How absent decision-making classes are from educational curricula. How little we think about how it is we think.

The movement toward choosing religion, rampant as it is, shouldn't be surprising. Ours is an era marked by the desire to define - or redefine - ourselves.

I think at times I read too much of my own press. I wish I was better at taking in how great my life is, but that's surprisingly elusive. I tend to be very hard on myself and insecure about failing no matter what happens.

It is a little bit surreal to know that you are in your own little spaceship, and a few inches from you is instant death.

My first book is really comparable to what I do now, where it's pretty surreal and strange at moments, but that being my first book - I wrote that when I was 22; it came out when I was 24 - and it was just really overwritten. I just didn't trust myself as a writer to say something once.

It's really surreal watching myself on television because I pick up on all my mannerisms. You really get to see yourself in a completely different light when you actually watch yourself.

I do, indeed, close my door at times and surrender myself to a book, but only because I can open the door again and see a human face looking at me.

To surrender your ego, you have to have one first.

The ear will surrender even at those times when the eye wants to close, when the eye doesn't want to watch.

But as I sat in that bed, the book in my hands, the city outside silent, I had reason to feel as if a hand from some sub-zero hell had reached up and laid itself-oh, very gently-upon my heart.

Drinking's funny. When I look back on it, all of our important decisions have been figured out when we were drinking. Even when we talked about having to cut back on drinking, we'd be sitting at the kitchen table or out at the picnic table with a six-pack or whiskey.

Write what you know, and what do you know better than your own secrets?

What good are insights? They only make things worse.

We opened our eyes and turned in bed to take a good look at each other. We both knew it then. We'd reached the end of something, and the thing was to find out where new to start.

We knew our days were numbered. We had fouled up our lives and we were getting ready for a shake-up.

The past is unclear. It's as if there is a film over those early years. I can't even be sure that the things I remember happening really happened to me.

Maybe once, maybe years ago, I was a different kind of human being. I've forgotten, I don't know for sure.

He did not know what to do. Not just now, he thought, not just in this, not just about this, today and tomorrow, but every day on the earth.

She kept talking. She told everyone. There was more to it, and she was trying to get it talked out. After a time, she quit trying.

He was going somewhere, he knew that. And if it was the wrong direction, sooner or later he'd find it out.

You sound like a nice man," the woman said. "Do I? Well, that's nice of you to say." He knew he should hang up now, but it was good to hear a voice, even his own, in the quiet room.