Dee Hock Quotes

The mind can be but full. It will be as much filled with a small disagreeable occurrence, having no other, as with a large one.

I'm highly distractable, and I have too many things on my mind very often. When I'm driving in the city, it drives me so crazy - the city traffic and the parking - I just take cabs everywhere.

I don't really like filling my brain with a lot of stuff.

New York was breaking my concentration and disintegrating my thoughts.

The world intrudes in my brain daily. Since my brain is dripping with all kinds of stuff that's out there in the world, that I can't seem to be able to shut out, it has to end up being in my work as well.

I have a mind that never stops working. As a matter of fact, it torments me.

He had more on his mind than his mind could hold.

I dislike society because conversation exhausts my brain more than silent thought - again, I cannot hold my water long enough for a prolonged conversation.

People think I'm laid back, but there's a lot going on in my head.

There were a lot of distractions in Baltimore, and I think they were a problem for me.

My thoughts are ridiculously loud and fast.

Forgetting stuff is just human, especially when other things are on our minds.

A 'nidiot' is something different from an idiot. An idiot is someone whose problems are caused by not concentrating enough. A 'nidiot' is someone who makes his life more complicated by thinking too much rather than not enough. I'm not an idiot, but I'm definitely a 'nidiot'!

It would be nice to turn off that incessant churning of consciousness.

'Time in a Tree' is a song about when you find yourself in a busy state of mind, which I often find myself in. Sometimes it can feel like you can't physically get out of it, or you can't mentally or physically bring yourself out of that... it's like having traffic in your brain.

If your day is full of little mean, dark thoughts, is it any wonder you feel crabby? Maybe it's because you let your mind run wild like a dog putting its nose into garbage everywhere.

Thinking of nothing. Trying to think of nothing. Thinking of everything.

What are you thinking? Nothing. I mean...a lot of things. Kind of all at once.

I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind.

The indolent mind is not empty, but full of vermin.

The engine room really is a metaphor for my head, and all the things bangin' around, and I think I share that with a lot of people. A lot of memories, and a lot of hopes, and a lot of just dealing with the day-to-day. Sometimes it gets all abstract.

The more mind is filled with chattering, more sex has appeal.

The epitome of the human realm is to be stuck in a huge traffic jam of discursive thought.

I've got so much in my brain and I want to change the way we think sometimes.

Distraction serves evil more than any other mental state.