Quotes About Introspection

I never know what to say to that. I am actually alone in my head, and that's where 90 plus percent of my problems are.

I am going to have to stop scaring the shit out of myself.

For a being as sophisticated as you are, it is baffling how little understanding you have of the composition of your own mind.

Gurathin sighed and rubbed his face and looked off into the distance, like he regretted all his life choices that had led to him standing here right now.

I was depressed this morning. I'd tried watching some new serials last night and even they couldn't distract me; reality was too intrusive.

I needed to have an emotion in private.

I try to avoid asking humans if there's anything wrong with them. (Mostly because I don't care.)

Oh, for fuck's sake, I can't sit here and argue with myself all day.

because privacy blah blah blah

as you may have noticed that for a terrifying murderbot I fuck up a lot.

For my entire existence, at least the parts I could remember, I had done nothing but accept the inevitable. I was tired of it.

I couldn't pin down what was bothering me. Scan was negative, and this far away from the team there was no ambient sound except the whisper through the air system. Maybe it was the lack of security camera access, but I'd been in worse places with no cameras. Maybe it was something subliminal. Actually, it felt pretty liminal. Pro-liminal. Up-liminal? Whatever, there was no knowledge base here to look it up.

Their expressions gave Moon the impression that was he was being watched with disapproval, but he felt like that a lot, so it was probably just him.

Moon didn't find any of this very encouraging

If I got angry at myself for being angry I would be angry constantly and I wouldn't have time to think about anything else.

opposed to the reality, which was that I was one whole confused entity, with no idea what I wanted to do. What I should do. What I needed to do.

Yes, talk to Murderbot about its feelings. The idea was so painful I dropped to 97 percent efficiency.

I'll try to be more accurate. I was indifferent, and vaguely annoyed. Do you believe that?

I wanted to keep me the way I was.

I am actually alone in my head, and that's where 90 plus percent of my problems are.

It would never stop being novel to be around a bunch of humans in a relatively confined space and be able to close a door between me and them and not have to care what they were doing.

when I do manage to care, I'm a pessimist.

It makes it sound like the halves are discrete...As opposed to the reality, which was that I was one whole confused entity, with no idea what I wanted to do.

People so rarely talked about themselves accurately. They either made too much or too little out of everything. It seemed to Rose that you got to know people much more thoroughly by hearing what they thought and what they did, and then extrapolating the rest as a kind of interesting, intellectual puzzle. All you had to do was listen to the vehemence and passion with which a person talked about things other than himself or herself, and there the person was.