Knut Hamsun Quotes

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

A man should control his life. Mine is controlling me.

My soul is dark with stormy riot: directly traced over to diet.

I'm sort of like a maniac, and I can't get out of it.

My mind is always racing, and always going and always working, and it's a gift and a curse.

Sometimes I want to party, sometimes I want to fight and sometimes I want to cry.

I loathe my name because it is mine and also because it is not mine; it is at once too intimate and seems to have no connection with me. Perhaps because the name is quite common, it never seems to fit me, or fit me alone. Nevertheless, when I see the name, I always feel a peculiar sense of shame.

When you feel like you can't stop something, you don't want to admit it.

Every soul is a battlefield.

I shouldn't precisely have chosen madness if there had been any choice, but once such a thing has taken hold of you, you can't very well get out of it.

My thinking brain never stops my creative brain never stops so they wrestle a lot and get in fights sometimes they fight in the night and keep me up.

To be ourselves causes us to be exiled by many others, and yet to comply with what others want causes us to be exiled from ourselves.

Arithmetic arithmetock Turn the hands back on the clock How does the ocean rock the boat? How did the razor find my throat? The only strings that hold me here Are tangled up around the pier.

I don't belong to anything, nobody's listening to me and I don't have any levers that control my own life.

You know what the really scary thing about bad dreams? It's that something's going on in your head, and you can't control it. I mean, It's like there's these bad worlds inside you. But it's just you... it's like you're betraying yourself.

What I really hated, of course, was my mind. There must have been an off switch somewhere, but I was damned if I could find it.

God knows what lives in me in place of me.

Modern science knows much about such conflicts. We call the mental state that engenders it "ambivalence": a collision between thought and feeling.

[I am not] the captain of my soul; I am only its noisiest passenger.

But there were too many points at which the other self could invade the self he wanted to preserve, and there were too many forms of invasion: certain words, sounds, lights, actions his hands or feet performed, and if he did nothing at all, heard and saw nothing, the shouting of some triumphant inner voice that shocked him and cowed him.

Je est un autre. (I is someone else).

She was as one who, in madness, was resolute to throw herself from a precipice, but to whom some remnant of sanity remained which forced her to seek those who would save her from herself.

The devil comes and soon my subconscious and conscious might start to brawl. As this cunning demon takes me as its voodoo doll.

Rincewind tried to force the memory out of his mind, but it was rather enjoying itself there, terrorizing the other occupants and kicking over the furniture.