Quotes About Paranoia

I'm worried about Daniel. If what Emma suspects is true, and Othman was at Low Mede last night…" "Daniel wasn't there. There's nothing to worry about." "If Louis was telling the truth. You know Othman was interested in talking to Daniel." "Owen, you're paranoid!" Lily said. "What are you afraid of? That Pev has seduced your beloved?

He did not want to believe in ghosts, and he feared his own madness.

was a little girl when Joseph McCarthy launched his big campaign against Communism. He managed to scare people into thinking there were Communists everywhere: in the Congress, in their backyards, waiting in the bushes to overthrow the government." "Were there?" "Oh, maybe a few. But most of them were too busy smoking marijuana to overthrow anything.

A little paranoia crawls into my lap, purring loudly.

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe nothing's wrong and I'm just paranoid. I'll know when they come in. I'll see it in their faces.

The air seemed poisoned with fear and hatred. People eyed on another suspiciously, and the streets smelled of a silence that knotted your stomach.

Your life was not right when you were actually surprised that someone didn't want to kill you.

It is evident that Qaddafi is mentally unwell. Like Richard III, he has barricaded himself within lies.

I trust no one - that microphone, that book.

We routinely leave our small children in day care among strangers. At the same time, in our guilt we evince paranoia about strangers and foster fear in children.

It seemed a very short distance to the outside. This was only a building, there were only five doors between Lecter and the outside. He had the absurd feeling that Lecter had walked out with him. He stopped outside the entrance and looked around him, assuring himself that he was alone.

What, the Star Wars?" Mapp said. "If the aliens are trying to control Buffalo Bill's thoughts from another planet, Senator Martin can protect him—is that the pitch?" Starling nodded. "A lot of paranoid schizophrenics have that specific hallucination—alien control. If that's the way Bill's wired, maybe this approach could bring him out. It's a damn good shot, though, and she stood up there and fired it, didn't she?

Not me, paranoia's the garlic in life's kitchen, right, you can never have too much.

There is no literature and art without paranoia. Probably there would be even civilization. Paranoia is the world. It is the attempt to make sense of what has not.

It seemed to him [Otto Kugelblitz] obvious that the human life span runs through the varieties of mental disorder as understood in his day—the solipsism of infancy, the sexual hysterias of adolescence and entry-level adulthood, the paranoia of middle age, the dementia of late life ... all working up to death, which at last turns out to be sanity.

Proverbs for Paranoids: 1. You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures. 2. The innocence of the creatures is in inverse proportion to the immorality of the Master. 3. If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers. 4. You hide, they seek. 5. Paranoids are not paranoid because they're paranoid, but because they keep putting themselves, fucking idiots, deliberately into paranoid situations.

If there is something comforting-religious , if you want-about paranoia-there is still also anti-paranoia, where nothing is connected to anything, a condition not many of us can bear for long.

For there either was some Tristero beyond the appearance of the legacy America, or there was just America, and if there was just America then it seemed the only way she could continue, and manage to be at all relevant to it, was as an alien, unfurrowed, assumed full circle into some paranoia.

WE AWAIT SILENT TRISTERO'S EMPIRE.

It was the U.S.A., after all, and fear was in the air.

Well right now Slothrop feels himself sliding onto the anti-paranoid part of his cycle, feels the whole city around him going back roofless, vulnerable, uncentered as he is, and only pasteboard images now of the Listening Enemy left between him and the wet sky. Either They have put him here for a reason, or he's just here. He isn't sure that he wouldn't actually, rather have that reason…

writers, people you didn't even have to say hello to—and still be horribly murdered for your trouble. Once-overs you'd found ways to ignore now had you looking for the particular highlight off some creep's eyes that would send you behind double and triple locks to a room lit only by the TV screen, and whatever was in the fridge to last you till you felt together enough to step outside again.

Proverbs for Paranoids, 3: If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers.

Thomas Pynchon