Carl Hiaasen Quotes

I was really worried that sitting at home by myself in front of a computer was going to make me crazy.

It's so easy for me to fall back into depression. I think it comes with having money. I don't have to work. I could be sitting bored and depressed at home with a bag on my head.

I can look back at different times in my life when I felt I could not find my way out of whatever it was. I'm not necessarily talking about marriage, but I wanted to pack it in. I wanted to disappear. A lot of that has to do with being in the public eye.

Living, it's awful for me.

A lot of people have to deal with the feeling that their worlds are caving in.

Depression - it falls into that small category of things like combat that, if you haven't been in it, you can say you can imagine it all you like. But it's truly different.

The time I kill is killing me.

I suffer from everyday life.

Most people don't realise there's certain things that players go through off the field. Most times, guys are good at hiding things.

Solitude is the mother of anxieties.

I suffer depression only in the sense that I am a writer. We don't have proper jobs to go to. We are on our own all day. Show me a writer who doesn't get depressed: who has a completely stable mood. They'd be a garage mechanic or something.

My bed isn't made, I'm tired, I haven't slept well for two weeks. I haven't been laid in a month. I don't have a girlfriend. I have a warrant for my arrest.

Now when you hates you shrinks up inside and gets littler and you squeezes your heart tight and you stays so mad with peoples you feels sick all the time like you needs the doctor.

There were times when I've not wanted to be in my own skin, and that's a very scary feeling.

I'd dropped out of high school without really doing it on purpose - I'd just go home at lunch 'cos I didn't have friends, then stay there all afternoon listening to rap. It got to the point where I wouldn't have passed even if I'd gone back. I was depressed, basically.

Writing a novel is a terrible experience, during which the hair often falls out and the teeth decay.

I'm so depressed. Christmas is the worst of all. Holidays are terrible, worse than Sundays. I get melancholia.

My nightmare is that I don't want to be OK.

I wake up every morning and I wish I were dead, and so does Jim.

Depression is rage spread thin.

You're always tellin' me to go out more, Go ahead, get out and see the world, But then I think, why should I? I'd rather stay home and cry.

Elvis and I continued to be friends, and I saw him once or twice a year. But he was a troubled person.

I was very independent growing up, but there were things that were bothering me that I never told anybody. I would talk to our animals at home.

Usually halfway through a book I have a serious depression, so I go on safari on my ranch in South Africa, or fishing off my island in the Seychelles. When I come back and re-read it, I think: 'What was all that about, Smith? It's fine, just get on with it.'

I spend enough time onscreen looking hangdog and depressed.