Leo Rosten Quotes

I’d always thought I was above being fascinated by anyone but myself.

Projecting yourself until everything is talking about you is, of course, a self-flattering form of self-pity

In all that surrounds him the egotist sees only the frame of his own portrait.

A lot of artists are such narcissists.

An imbecile is never bored: he contemplates himself.

Still though, I think if you're not self-obsessed, you're probably boring.

After all, everyone's favorite subject is themselves.

Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.

I have given up reading books; I find it takes my mind off myself.

Egotist: a person more interested in himself than in me.

We have all had the experience at some point in our lives of sitting across from someone whose favorite subject is themselves. This is true of nearly everyone to some respect - but for some people, it is a particularly acute problem.

Men who live like Casanova are seldom interested in themselves; their egocentricity does not give them time for egotism.

Some people spend their lives interested only in themselves.

As a rule, I think they are quite impossible. Geniuses talk so much, don't they? Such a bad habit! And they are always thinking about themselves, when I want them to be thinking about me.

A lot of pictures of yourself - you know, it's a little narcissistic.

The world of the egotist is, inevitably, a narrow world, and the boundaries of self are limited to the close horizon of personality.... But, within this horizon, there is room for many attributes that are excellent.

People who are wrapped up in themselves make small packages.

All comedians are preoccupied with one thing and with one thing only-themmm-selllves. It's a horrible lot in life.

How much in love with himself, and that too without a rival!

Everyone likes talking about himself. - Hercule Poirot

I met a new girl at a barbecue, very pretty, a blond I think. I don't know, her hair was on fire, and all she talked about was herself. You know these kind of girls: 'I'm hot. I'm on fire. Me, me, me.' You know. 'Help me, put me out.' Come on, could we talk about me just a little bit?

Self-pity is egotism undiluted, after all—self-centeredness in its purest form.

I wasn't writing, I wasn't drawing, and personality-wise, I was just completely arrogant. I'm not trying to be overly apologetic for my behavior - I wasn't evil. The lifestyle I had was one that lent itself to becoming more and more self-involved.

Thinking that your story is so interesting that other people will want to listen to it or read it or pay to hear it, that's - what kind of person thinks that? A monster of self-regard. It's not normal thinking.

I'm an egotist, but I'm not selfish. There's a difference. I'm a neurotic, I guess. I can't stop thinking about myself. It isn't that I think myself so important. I simply can't think about anything else, that's all.