Quotes About Paranoia

manifestations of paranoia. We must content ourselves with the mystery, the absurdity, the contradictions, the hostility, but also the generosity that our environment offers us. It's not much, but it's always better than the deadly, defeatist certainty of the paranoid.

If he finds out I'm a chickenhead he won't talk to me; that's always the way it is for some reason. I wonder why?

know it's my psychosis, he said to himself, but I still don't want to get caught.

They certainly won't think she's been taken over by the devil. If anything, they're suspicious that the devil's taken a day off.

I am a person who feels guilty for crimes I have not committed, or have not committed in years. The police search the train station for a serial rapist and I cover my face with a newspaper, wondering if maybe I did it in my sleep. The last thing I stole was an eight-track tape, but to this day I'm unable to enter a store without feeling like a shoplifter. It's all the anxiety with none of the free stuff.

My sister's the type who religiously watches the fear segments of her local Eyewitness News broadcasts, retaining nothing but the headline...Everything is dangerous all of the time, and if it's not yet been pulled off the shelves, then it's certainly under investigation -- so there.

In this world only the paranoid survive.

There are people who want everybody dead. When you get over being surprised about that, you have a high amazement threshold.

Malevolence and paranoia cohabit in a twisted mind. Bad men trust no one because they know the treachery of which they themselves are capable. Bad men...destroy one another, although...they prefer those who are innocent and as pure as this world allows them to be. They feed on violence, but they feast on the despoiling of what is good.

I'm getting really paranoid,' I said. 'I keep thinking, any moment, I'm going to get done for something that I didn't even know was illegal. I'm scared that if I fart too loudly I might get hanged for polluting the environment.

There came a point when if a conspiracy was that powerful and subtle it became pointless to worry about it.

Just because you're not paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you.

Every door had several large, heavy-duty dead bolts on both the inside and outside. All of the windows were bolted, and at each end of the farmhouse, large metal chains attached to huge steel rings were embedded securely into the wall. The previous owners had apparently chained very large guard dogs on both ends of the house. And they had barred the windows and put dead bolts on both sides of each door. What on earth were they afraid of? Tom wondered.

All guys are scared of each other, didn't you know that? I'm not the only one. We're all born afraid. ("New York Blues")

I didn't look over my shoulder; there wasn't a sound behind me on the pavement, but I knew he was coming slowly after me. The crawl of the skin up and down my back told me. Little needles of warning that gathered at the back of my skull told me. I'd never known until then that the jungles aren't so very far behind us, after all, and tails, and four feet instead of two. Where else did those symptoms come from? ("Don't Wait Up For Me, Tonight")

When you could discern a real threat from everything else, it was called caution. When you couldn't, it was called paranoia. ... You cannot separate paranoia from knowledge. The more you know, the more possibilities you see. The more possibilities you see, the more possibilities someone else sees. The more "someones" there are, the more "they" there are. It's a matter of simple math before you realize that They might not like you.

Paranoids are people, too they have their own problems. It's easy to criticize, but if everybody hated you, you'd be paranoid too.

You have to listen very carefully and tell the truth if you are going to get a paranoid person to open up to you.

I felt like I was living in some sort of video game and people pre-empting every move I made, obviously as a result of accessing my private information.

I trust no one, not even myself.

Dude," Owen said to his brother, "she's fucking insane. She pushed me in. I think she's trying to kill me. I swear to fucking god.

You should be more paranoid

I froze like a startled bunny. Fumbling the disk into my purse, I cut my eyes toward the hallway. Had I locked the front door? Of course I had. Only a moron would break into someone's house and forget to lock the door. Damn it! I'd forgotten to lock the door.

Let me just say at this juncture that when I let the crazy in, I don't just crack the window. I throw open the front door and invite its friends: paranoia, psychosis, and neurosis. "Maybe