James St. James Quotes

I spend... too much time... in my own head.

People say I make strange choices, but they're not strange for me. My sickness is that I'm fascinated by human behavior, by what's underneath the surface, by the worlds inside people.

I love books, and all the best ones are people analysing their own emotions. You can learn from that.

I'm in my mind a lot. I live there.

Anybody can get lost in themselves.

I've always been just kind of consumed by my own thoughts.

I don't investigate things by writing about them, but let them build up inside of me.

There's so much of our psychological makeup which is impermissible for us to explore because it's inappropriate or perverse or scary. I'm interested in exploring that in myself. I try to be honest with myself about everything that I feel. I'm not saying I'm able to do that all the time, but it's something I'm interested in.

What do you hang on the walls of your mind?

Nay, be a Columbus to whole new continents and worlds within you, opening new channels, not of trade, but of thought.

When everyone goes home, you're stuck with yourself.

A lot of people think I live in a soul bubble.

I think sometimes when you begin to examine things - like yourself - suddenly you can just freak out and not want to go any further.

I am in my own head most of the time.

I guess I've been existing in my own head a lot.

Writing on 'Love' is so steeped in self-analysis. The writer's room can feel like therapy.

There is good and evil within all of us, and I enjoy searching to bring that out through my music. I like it that there are questions brought out by my music. People must look inside themselves for the answers

Withdraw into yourself and look.

I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.

It is easier to sail many thousand miles through cold and storm and cannibals, ina government ship, with five hundred men and boys to assist one, than it is to explore the private sea, the Atlantic and Pacific Ocean of one's being alone.

Examination of the world without is never as personally painful as examination of the world within.

I examine my own being, and find there a world, but a world rather of imagination and dim desires, than of distinctness and living power. Then everything swims before my senses, and I smile and dream while pursuing my way through the world.

My mind is a neighborhood I try not to go into alone.

When you stare into an abyss for a long time, the abyss also stares into you.

I hid myself within myself ... and quietly wrote down all my joys, sorrows and contempt in my diary.