Sam Sheppard Quotes

A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?

I've always wondered if, at some point, everything will snap, and it'll be like 'Alice in Wonderland,' where the delightfully mad people turn into sinister mad people.

In my most psychotic stages, I imagine myself chewing on sidewalks and bulging and swallowing sunlight and clouds.

I'm sure I'm a schizophrenic. The problem is I can't tell the difference between which one's which, which one is the real me.

I'm not usually where I think I am. It's kind of spooky.

Every day after I wake up, I think, 'Wait... this can't be real; I'm still going to wake up.'

Perhaps I'm absolutely bonkers and don't know it. Perhaps I'm psychotically mental.

I feel like I'm in a weird state, and I wake up in Hollywood, and I've got a couple of studio movies underneath my belt, and I take these meetings with people. Sometimes it's this great, weird sense of oddness that comes at you, because I've never really stopped thinking the way that I started thinking.

But the thought of being a lunatic did not greatly trouble him; the horror was that he might also be wrong.

Every single day I wake up in the morning, and I wonder if this is some kind of amazing dream that's gonna end all of a sudden. And, you know, I'm gonna wake up and be somewhere else.

I used to go away for weeks in a state of confusion.

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

Not only do I not know what's going on, I wouldn't know what to do about it if I did.

And I might add the confidence with which distracted persons do oftentimes, when they are awake, think, they see black fiends in places, where there is no black object in sight without them.

One of the definitions of sanity is the ability to tell real from unreal. Soon we'll need a new definition.

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

Sometimes I wake up and think, 'How did I get here?'

In madness, I thought I was the most important person in the world.

It was hysterical going to work. I would just walk in and think, 'What in hell? Am I here? What's going on? I'm going to wake up in a minute. I'm in a dream.'

I have no idea what I'm doin'. I've never seen me.

Strange how paranoia can link up with reality now and then.

There's something that really frightens me - and that's fear.

Neurotics build castles in the air, psychotics live in them. My mother cleans them.

Is it weird in here, or is it just me?

He suffers from delusions of adequacy.