Nikki Sixx Quotes

... madness entered my veins.

Sometimes I see things, I think. Out of the corner of my eye, taunting me, and then it’s gone. And dreams. Such horrible dreams. What if something terrible happened to me? What if I am damaged?" The rain is a cool kiss on my sleeve as I link my arm with hers. "We’re all damaged somehow.

I don't think you ever know in yourself whether you have gone mad.

My heart pounds sickeningly and I turn pale... I often feel as if I were dead... I seem to be losing my mind.

The schizophrenic has no sense of humor. His world is a constantly daunting, unfriendly place.

For like four or five months of my life I was too scared to like, move around and reach out for things because I was worried that I'd my hands would run into glass, like I could reach up and if I reached up and knocked on the air it would make a noise. I couldn't look at the sky because I was worried that I see a crack.

True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?

Paranoia, the destroyer.

Initially, he worried that he might be going crazy. But then he decided if you felt you were crazy you weren't really crazy because he had heard somewhere that crazy people didn't know they were insane.

When you spend all your time worrying that the devil is right behind you, eventually you start seeing him whether he's there or not.

I remember desperately trying to convince my wife that what I was believing was real - that I was being followed, that I was involved in some type of mind-control experiment. I couldn't understand why she couldn't believe me.

I still feel I'm going to wake up any moment, and my skin's going to break out all over.

I don't use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough.

Minds that are ill at ease are agitated by both hope and fear.

At night when I used to sleep, I was thinking all the time that shall I put a knife under my pillow.

When you are insane, you are busy being insane - all the time.

I very often have night terrors. Just think of the worst possible situation, and it's a regular thing for me. I've died in my sleep twenty-three different ways.

Let me be accurate in everything, for though you and I have seen some strange things together, you may at the first think that I, Van Helsing, am mad. That the many horrors and the so long strain on nerves has at the last turn my brain.

I've been insane from a very early age.

I had my moments when I got very frightened that I would not recover.

Generally speaking, the anxiety will pass, which is easy for me to say when I'm not in the middle of an anxiety attack. When you're in the throes of one, it's hard to feel anything other than utter misery and terror.

My dark secrets are life threatening. Pockets of unhappiness set in aspic that build and build. I have this primitive feeling that if something good happens, it is going to be followed by something bad. There is always a price to pay.

Medically speaking, there is no such thing as a nervous breakdown. Which is very annoying to discover when you're right in the middle of one.

Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why.

... the work of lunatics.