Quotes About Obsession

I'm the type, when I used to go to the record store I used to buy two or three copies of certain records so I've got a pretty large selection of a lot of 12 inches.

There's something about music that encourages people to want to know more about the person that made it, and where it was recorded, what year it was done, what they were listening to, and all this kind of stuff. There's something that invites all this obsessive behavior.

Collecting records is, for many, beyond a hobby.

I just need to do Pac's work. I just need to. Maybe because I'm a recovering addict, I'm obsessed like that.

When you're willing to play poker for two days and lose millions of dollars, it's no longer recreation. It's taking over.

The red car, even before I knew it was called Ferrari, was my obsession.

For whatever reason, every project I do becomes sort of a cult, or a cultish show, you know, like 'Battlestar,' or even a film I did years ago, 'Kalifornia,' people refer to it as a cult film.

We are a categorically obsessed culture, where we have to compartmentalize everything in reference to another thing, like, 'What does it sound like? Does it sound like this?'

Once you start writing something obsessively, it's almost like someone has to rip it from your hands in order for you to put it down.

Sometimes, if you go to the same gyms, the fans catch on to that, and they start hanging out at the gyms. It becomes a little bit of a circus.

Chess and me, it's hard to take them apart. It's like my alter ego.

When you can't have someone but you're not willing to accept that, you try harder and become more extreme about it. Either you win the person back or you drive him away.

I was obsessed with harmonies and how to put songs together in lush soundscapes. But I don't know what it was all about, really.

If you got more than one letter from somebody who said they hated you, it meant they kept watching.

We can all look on the Internet and go, 'He hates me! Oh, but she loves me. Oh, but he hates me,' you know. And that way, madness lies.

Hatred is the air I breathe. It permeates every cell in my body.

I collect hats. That's what you do when you're bald.

I am mad about hats. I collect them as souvenirs from my globe trotting.

When I was younger, I was obsessed with hats.

I write about what haunts me, and I write the books I myself am dying to read. I love it. I can't think of anything I'd rather do.

I shop everywhere. I love to shop online.Ebay is like heaven for me.

Hello, my name is Samin, and I'm an artisanal-bread hoarder.

Yes, Clay Matthews has a long, golden, Fabio-esque flowing mane that most women would chick-slap someone for. And yes, the shiny, beautiful, dark locks that cascade out of Troy Polamalu's helmet are the envy of volume-challenged women and bald men everywhere. But do we need to talk about it incessantly?

Norma Bates is insanely crazy, but you can't help but love her.