Ksenia Sobchak Quotes

Who you are vs. who you wish you were: Who wins?

That image of who I was publicly was so solidified. You're that person. And it wasn't even close to a true representation of where I was in my life.

Once, in a dry season, I wrote in large letters across two pages of a notebook that innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself. Although now, some years later, I marvel that a mind on the outs with itself should have nonetheless made painstaking record of its every tremor, I recall with embarrassing clarity the flavor of those particular ashes. It was a matter of misplaced self-respect.

Am I too fast, too facile? I do not know. I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am.

The world's most sensible person and the biggest idiot both stay within us. The worst part is, you can't even tell who is who.

Inside I feel much like a 12-year-old or a 17-year-old who knows big words.

Earlier in my career, I was really tight, really together, and knew who I was and I was confident. I kind of feel in between now.

When I read profiles of myself, I sometimes think: 'I have spent my whole life struggling to understand my motivations and impulses, and I've never quite sorted them out.'

You get tangled up in your own ego of how you're perceived. You can lose your way.

I had a series of mini-breakdowns where the public persona - this thing, this face, this person who writes this music... I would walk past that person in the mirror or listen to that person playing guitar and I didn't know who they were.

I knew from a very young age that there was something very wrong with me.

I could easily not be the person that people know.

When I wasn't working I didn't know what to do with myself and sort of didn't exist, in a way, when I wasn't working, so I was like two different people. I am not like that anymore.

My individual, psychological descent coincided, ironically, with my ascent into the public eye.

I never felt happy with the idea that part of what I do is to be an object to be looked at. I thought of my public persona as an entity separate to myself.

I see pictures of myself and I always knew that what I was feeling didn't look like that guy in the pictures.

Yeah, well my name is Bai Ling. That means white spirit, and I really feel like sometimes I'm not existing.

I had to overcome the name Rock. If I'd been as hip then as I am now, I would have never consented to be named Rock.

I look at that person and I'm like, That's not Kelli White. That's not who I am, who I started out to be.

It's hard to articulate how I think about myself as a public figure.

I look in the mirror, and what I see is someone who has never grown up - a crashing sentimentalist who alternates between great heights and black depths.

I've seen pictures of me, and I look mean and arrogant. That's how I felt on the inside. I think now, 'Is that really me?'

There's a constant struggle between my ears about who I am and what I mean to the world.

It feels weird to say there's more to me than that, like I'm being overdramatic, and a tear rolls down my cheek. But, no - I do like I feel like there's more to me than just baseball.

I want people to understand why I'm not 'P1' or 'P2.'