Quotes About Introspect

I don't think I've ever written about me. I'm not a character in any of my plays, except that boy, that silent boy that turns up in Three Tall Women.

Seeing the root of the matter is found in me.

Idleness is the parent of psychology.

I'm predisposed to never be in pure celebration mode.

I don't know. I know nothing. I am very tired.

All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.

You will get to know me better; there are still a number of horrible recesses in me that you don't know.

What do I have in common with the Jews? I don't even have anything in common with myself.

Everyone carries a room about inside him.

Milena birisi yüzünüzü iki elinin aras?na s?k??t?r?p , doÄŸruca gözlerinizin içine bakmal? ki bu kiÅŸinin gözlerinde kendinizi gördükten sonra bir daha yazd???n?z ÅŸeyleri akl?n?zadan bile geçiremeyeceksiniz.

Beni hayal k?r?kl???na u?ratan benden ba?kas? de?il.

What do I have in common with Jews? I have scarcely anything in common with myself and should stand completely silent in a corner, content that I can breathe.

Muiden kanssa tekemisissä oleminen saa aikaan itsetutkiskelua.

God, how much more profitable it would be if the Thinker could learn from the Drunk!

I'm not Gore Vidal or William Buckley.

There are a lot of films where I play characters that are about the windows to the interior person rather than the exterior.

I am very slow to warm. I've always been sort of a loner. I didn't play team sports. I am better one-on-one than in big groups.

You look for thoughts and actions that reflect survival and scarcity, comparison and competition, attachment and anxiety. Notice that the question is not, "Are my thoughts . . ." which is a question of assessment, but, "How are my thoughts . . ." which is a true inquiry.

poetry requires a different kind of view, one where you look inside.

In the object which he contemplates … man becomes acquainted with himself.

You can't think decently if you're not willing to hurt yourself

Hell isn't other people. Hell is yourself. (Wittgenstein commenting on Sartre's Hell is other people.

an inner process stands in need of outward criteria

Io non potevo vedermi vivere