Quotes About Introspection

looking back at him

He believes he's the only real soul in an ocean of puppets.

for a few moments, and he went inside. Halfway down the hall and around a corner, he

emotional state, or need for respite?

He'd never gotten back to religion, but he had gotten back some faith.

Jesus, Kerensky said, looking around. You people. I have one of the most incredible experiences I'll ever have, talking with the one person who really gets me - who really understands me - and you're all down here thinking I'm performing some sort of time-travelling incestuous masturbation thing.

You're an interesting person, Jack. Sullivan said. I wish I could figure out what you were thinging when you punched Stern and turned on Isabel. Well, I think that's the thing. Holloway said. I think it's clear that sometimes I just don't think. I think you do. Sullivan said. It's just you think about you first. The not thinking part comes right after that.

The short version was death, disease, despots and destruction. The longer version had kept him up wondering what the hell was wrong with people.

I was getting away with something in my own way. But then I get here and saw you, brain-dead and with tubes coming out of every part of your body. And I realized I wasn't getting away with anything. Just like you didn't get away with anything. You were just born, fucked around for a while, got hit by a car and died, and that's your whole life story right there. You don't win by getting through all you life not having done anything.

I don't think I like you," she said. "This has been a recurring theme in my life

After everything, what it all means is that if one day we slip in the bathroom and crack our head on the toilet, our last thoughts can be a satisfied, 'Well, I and only I did this to myself.

Who are you and what medications aren't you taking?

How is it so far?" asked Cloud. "How is what so far?" "This," Cloud said, and motioned around him. "Life. The universe. Everything." "It's lonely," Jared said. "Huh," Cloud said. "Didn't take you long to figure that one out.

Sometimes I don't know if my life is complicated, or if it's that I just think too much about things.

You're a doubter of the perfectibility of the human soul." "I think to perfect a soul you have to have one to begin with.

In the end I am who I am. I am what I have made myself and what has been made of me. Part of who I am is who you are too; I have given you me as well. I would take your name and hold it in me, and whisper my name in your ear.

overthinking things is a hobby of mine. I'm the first to admit I'm weird

Maybe that's what's bothering me," I said. "There's no sense of consequence. I just took a living, thinking thing and hurled it into the side of a building. Doing it didn't bother me at all. The fact that it didn't does bother me, Alan. There ought to be consequences to our actions.

I'm guessing you thought I was way off on your political philosophy but right on the button about the other two. Just think about that for a while.

Be that as it may, if Stephen King or John Grisham really wanted to (and to be clear, I don't suspect they do), they could probably whip up a book comprised entirely of reviews of their own intestinal emanations ("A Bear in the Woods: 25 Years of Squatlogging, 1979-2004")

turn off the bullshit for the moment, Jack. Turn off that lawyer brain of yours and the thinking three steps ahead and the self-absorption and that overriding love of money you have, and answer me seriously and honestly.

Oh, and maybe I should say what my name is. Just for the record. It's Rafe. Rafe Daquin. I'm Rafe Daquin, and I'm a brain in a box. Hi.

If you can't write a comment that isn't ultimately a segue into topics you feel are important, ask yourself why everything has to be about you.

When you study history, you're really studying yourself. Every bit of history I've uncovered about my own family has some remnant in myself.