Quotes About Paranoia

The search for conspiracy," Anthony Lewis had written in The New York Times in September of 1975, "only increases the elements of morbidity and paranoia and fantasy in this country. It romanticizes crimes that are terrible because of their lack of purpose. It obscures our necessary understanding, all of us, that in this life there is often tragedy without reason.

I'm so self conscious. I worry when I see an indirect status by one of my friends or see people whispering near me, that it's about me.

Every paranoid person is right at least once, said the tall sergeant. When he dies.

The more logical conclusion was that the General had bolstered the Vietnamese tendency for conspiracy with the American trait of paranoia, admittedly with my help.

Manson maintained, because he was completely paranoid. Being frightened of everything, he missed nothing.

I don't trust or love anyone. Because people are so creepy. Creepy creepy creeps. Creeping around. Creeping here and creeping there. Creeping everywhere.

I was doing just fine on my own before the old man died and Lisa came storming back into my life. I was writing, building my audience, travelling, not thinking about fire, not thinking about Lisa as much as I used to. David Bourenhem was of zero concern to me. I was free. I'll say it again: I . . . was . . . free. But now the old paranoia has raised its ugly, scarred head again. The paranoia, the obsessions, the bad habits. The fire. They're all sneaking back into my life.

A usurper always distrusts the whole world.

They said everything outside killed, so I thought nothing did.

A nation is a society united by a delusion about its ancestry and a common fear of its neighbors.

Conspiracy theories are, like horror, tales of how the worst thing you imagine is true. "You think things are bad? Well, let me tell you, buddy, you don't know the half of it.

Unable to attribute misfortune to chance, unable to accept their ultimate insignificance within the greater scheme, the people looked for monsters in their midst.

Almost every song on OK Computer revolves around how I am afraid computers get up at night and attempt to choke me with their wires.*doesn't laugh*

If you live with death threats, you need friends. So you have to risk that they might spy on you.

District 12. Where you can starve to death in safety," I mutter. Then I glance quickly over my shoulder. Even here, in the middle of nowhere, you worry someone might overhear you.

Death has always had a prominent place in my mind. There are times when I think somebody might kill me.

I could worry that I'm going to bleed to death, you know, from cutting my finger on a sandwich packet, you know, if I sort of open a sandwich.

Still, she felt absolutely sick inside, and as soon as she walked into her classroom, she knew that everyone was looking at her, even the teacher, as though at any moment she might stand up and do something crazy. Wally, in fact, kept leaning forward in his seat as if she might go berserk and take a bite out of his shoulder or something.

Vanessa," he murmured. I stared at him. I knew instantly what he meant. I had been thinking the same thing all along. Remembering the horrible moment we spilled Vanessa's groceries. "Yes," I agreed. "I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to believe it. But Vanessa did this to us. Vanessa is BLUUUUCK BLUCCCK turning us into chickens." "Chicken chicken," he clucked.

You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.

Well, now I'm all jealous. I wish I had little voices in my head. Guess I'll just have to settle for people really being out to get me. Bitch, she said cordially. Bimbo.

You stole my paranoia, she said. I was going to say, 'Don't go.' But you're going to no matter what I say, aren't you?

Malevolence and paranoia cohabit in a twisted mind. Bad men trust no one because they know the treachery of which they themselves are capable.

Once, when cornered by a pinwheel-eyed man who insisted that the mayor of Los Angeles was not human but a robot controlled by the audioanimatronics department at Disneyland, Joe had lowered his voice and said, with nervous sincerity, "Yes, we've known about that for years. But if we print a word of it, the people at Disney will kill us all." He had spoken with such conviction that the nutball had exploded backward and fled.