Quotes About Paranoia

Being slightly paranoid is like being slightly pregnant - it tends to get worse.

My husband gave me a necklace. It's fake. I requested fake. Maybe I'm paranoid, but in this day and age, I don't want something around my neck that's worth more than my head.

We never extrapolate: In 1988, my net worth was Rs 1 crore and 1993, it was Rs 200 crore, this does not mean that in 2000, it is going to be Rs 800 crore. In 2002 also, my net worth was Rs 250 crore. We cannot extrapolate things. You take success with paranoia and it is always transient and temporary.

I have too many psycho superstitions.

Paranoia's the garlic in life's kitchen, right: you can never have too much.

I'm a bad interview because I want to always feel like I'm being totally honest, but at the same time, I'm absolutely paranoid. That combination results in a lot of spaces.

Paranoia might leave you loveless and alone, Raoul once said, but it'll keep you alive. Paranoia is your best friend.

La paranoia —que para mí es un estado de acceso a la verdad— se ponía a descascararlo todo con sus garritas de hurón: no podía evitarlo.

Vans are the vehicles of murderers. Serial Killers. Rapists. Thieves. Nothing good ever happens in a van. Police should be allowed to arrest van drivers without cause. The van is the cause, asshole.

Not that he had anything to worry about. Personally, Sissy would like to avoid having acid thrown in her face. She was wacky that way.

If mankind is naturally good, he is sure going against his nature more and more of the time. It sounds like a bad joke: the paranoids are after us.

My paranoia never ends, but I haven't been paranoid about being spied on my shadowy forces for some time now.

Your Holiness, we are more than prepared to concede that overpopulation alone is not the sole cause of poverty and misery," Giuliani began. "Fatuous oligarchies," Gelasius suggested. "Ethnic paranoia. Whimsical economic systems. An enduring habit of treating women like dogs Ã¢â'¬Â¦

People that trust themselves a dozen miles from the city, in strange houses, with servants they don't know, needn't be surprised if they wake up some morning and find their throats cut.

he seemed to see himself as a king barricaded in his castle, with thousands of soldiers in the battlement, the sights of their rifles trained on potential intruders.

believes the world is against him. Nothing

I sleep better knowing that a naked cork-eater is not sneaking around at night, stealing my underwear.

Through Palin, it seemed as if the dark spirits that had long been lurking on the edges of the modern Republican Party—xenophobia, anti-intellectualism, paranoid conspiracy theories, an antipathy toward Black and brown folks—were finding their way to center stage.

Lou Ann's life was ruled by the fear of salmonella, to the extent that she claimed the only safe way to eat potato salad was to stick your head in the refrigerator and eat it in there.

Think about it. Ever look in a closet or under the bed, when you're alone in the house, to ensure an intruder isn't hiding there? Now, if you really believed the Man in the Black Ski Mask was lurking in those places, would you behave the same way? Of course not. But it's more comfortable to believe the danger only in the abstract, and to act on it only halfheartedly. That's denial.

Checking your six?" he said, still smiling. "I thought you wanted an airport because they're safe. What is it about me that scares people so much?

Seriously protecting yourself calls for the annihilation of ties with society, ties that most people need the way they need oxygen. You give up friends, family, romance. You walk through the world like a ghost, detached from the living around you. If you were to die in, say, a bus accident, you'd wind up buried in an obscure municipal graveyard, just another John Doe, no flowers, no mourners, hell, no mourning. It's natural, probably even desirable, to be afraid of all this.

Working out always took the edge off when he was feeling paranoid.

A crazy certainty had arisen in his mind: a hand - or perhaps a claw - was going to swim up from the grayness of the Kindle's screen, grab him by the throat, and yank him in.