Richard Prince Quotes

I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then

Who ARE You?" This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

Do you ever wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and think, something's not accurate?

I don't really know what my personality is anyway. I don't really have one.

Sometimes I feel like a figment of my own imagination.

I don't recognize my former self. Like I'm on the outside looking in at my life. Who is that guy?

Anybody can get lost in themselves.

I have bizarre anxiety about being in a city - I have no idea who I am or where I am.

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

Fortunately, I was supposed to look confused and disoriented because, God, I felt that way.

I'd wake up in the morning and I would think, 'Where am I?' I'd have to gather myself.

You suddenly find yourself somewhere and you wonder, how did I get in this room? That happens to me all the time, every day!

I think I've always had a disconnect from what I'm supposed to be like.

I've always operated so far outside my lane, I'm not sure what lane is mine anymore.

I look at old pictures of me... and I don't feel like I'm that guy anymore, but then I look at pictures of me now, and I'm not quite sure I'm this guy.

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.

I don't even recognize myself sometimes.

I'm so many people. They shock me sometimes. I wish I was just me! I used to think I was going crazy, until I discovered that some people I admired were like that to.

…I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who.

I couldn't remember my name for weeks. I'd be at the theater and hear them calling 'Miss Stanwyck, Miss Stanwyck,' and I'd think 'Where is that dame? Why doesn't she answer? By crickie, it's me!

Did you ever look in the mirror And see a stranger standing there? Did you ever drive for miles and miles And wonder how on earth you got yourself there?

Oh look at how she listens She says nothing of what she thinks She just goes stumbling through her memories Staring out on to Grey Street

You may say to yourself: "Well, how did I get here?"

I think there was always that question mark of why am I not in St. Louis anymore? I think everybody had those questions and probably had those perceptions of me.

I think that I'm throwing but I'm thrown