Quotes About Introspection

This is where he had ended up, lying on his back, trying to forget himself.

The thing about my music is, there really is no point.

Though we rush ahead to save our time, we are only what we feel

If spectacle is lacking in everyday life, it may be because we have forgotten where and how to look.

you sometimes had to force people to say things they would rather not articulate, just so they could hear their own words. It was interesting the way people could know things and not know them at the same time. Denial, he said, was like a thick stone wall.

He didn't understand how sadness came so easily to people. For him it was like a pile of rocks that had to be moved one at a time. Just thinking about it made him tired.

I had an uncomfortable feeling I sometimes get in conversation with another person, as if the fundamental part of myself had evaporated-not in the sense of being gone, but as if it has undergone a phase transition and is hovering over my actual body as a vapor. That's the best I can describe it, as if my consciousness and my physical person are suddenly separated.

I read this article about how you can have anything going on in your head, as long as it doesn't manifest itself. Like a reflection.' I waited for my sister to expand on that, but she remained quiet. 'LIke a reflection that's different from what's doing the reflecting,' I suggested.

Was there a person who existed beneath languages?

You thought that you were the permanent part of your own experience, the net that held it all together—until you discovered that there were many selves, dissolving into one another so quickly over time that the buildings and the trees and even the pavement turned out to have more substance than you did.

The book doesn't preach; it just offers up another way of looking at life.

Sympathy toward me would demand self examination and the questioning of their values, with the discomfort that brings. Their hearts were not large enough to withstand that kind of scrutiny.

It wasn't always easy learning to be me . . . Being me, I guess, to be myself alone It was lonely, sometimes, sometimes it was blue

But she did not look the future in the face. She wanted to feel nothing, to think nothing; simply to believe that it was all silly invention on her part. Yet she could not. Not quite.

he said, with sort of a little derisive smile, "How can you walk down the street with all this stuff going on inside you?" I said, "I don't know how you can walk down the street with nothing going on inside you.

A book, a true book, is the writer's confessional. For, whether he would have it so or not, he is betrayed, directly or indirectly, by his characters, into presenting publicly his innermost feelings.

I bet you think fellas are the ones to remember a girl -- don't you?" He shook his head hurriedly, that he'd always thought that. "Fellas have all the fun 'n she just sees one right after another, so it seems like HE'D remember her, better 'n SHE'D remember him, only it works the other way around. I ain't forgot one single fella, all these years. But I bet there ain't TWO 'd know me from a big of bananas this minute.

The farther away you get from the literary traffic, the closer you are to sources.

Sometimes, I feel like one who is on the sidelines, who has missed life itself.

Although I am a gregarious person, I love solitude even more.

Prison is a still point in a turning world, and it is very easy to remain in the same place in jail while the world moves on.

One of the most difficult things is not to change society — but to change yourself.

assumia, em casa, no ônibus, no escritório, um ar de estátua no próprio monumento.

Soon she was going to have to relinquish her self-image as a hermit.