Michael Biehn Quotes

Today self-consciousness no longer means anything but reflection on the ego as embarrassment, as realization of impotence: knowing that one is nothing.

In the past when I was in Hollywood, I was like a dog. I felt humiliated. My English was not good. People would even ask me 'Jackie Who?'.

It's a bit embarrassing watching myself, but I couldn't get someone else to play me, that would've been stupid.

Countries are like adolescent entering a dance ... they're sure everybody is thinking about nothing but their inadequacies.

Sometimes, if I felt badly about myself, I could slyly pull out that I have this famous father.

I'd rather write a check than make myself look ridiculous.

I don't wake up each morning saying, 'Oh, wow, it's me. I think I'm the cat's meow. I'm the best.'

For some reason, people look at me and laugh. I don't know why.

I so desperately wanted to be Mr. Somebody. Instead, I was the little brother, included to a point.

No man likes to have his intelligence or good faith questioned, especially if he has doubts about it himself.

One of the first times that I went into a book store and saw a bunch of my books, my impulse was to put them all under my coat and run away so that no one else could see them, even though, of course, I wanted everyone to see them.

I have been complimented many times and they always embarrass me; I always feel that they have not said enough.

Nothing is so embarrassing as watching someone do something that you said couldn't be done.

I have a huge ego and a huge inferiority complex at the same time.

Throughout the centuries, man has considered himself beautiful. I rather suppose that man only believes in his own beauty out of pride; that he is not really beautiful and he suspects this himself; for why does he look on the face of his fellow-man with such scorn?

Am I really cool? You're telling me I'm cool? Well, that's good to hear.

Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and vanity.

I've kind of blocked it out, but a good friend affectionately reminded me that yes, I was a dork. I was not a cool kid in high school.

I always felt slightly grubbier than most American people. I was never quite as groomed as everyone else, never quite as fit as anyone else. I didn't have my protein shake and my vitamins.

There is nothing so agonizing to the fine skin of vanity as the application of a rough truth.

I went through all my twenties thinking that I wasn't good enough.

In falling over in heels while trying to look attractive, you don't just hurt your body, you bear the humiliation of injuring your very soul. Physical pain? Whatever, bring it on. But the humiliation? Oh, you have seen to the very weakest part of me.

My vanity is not remotely physical, it is cerebral. I suppose feeling self-conscious might be a form of vanity, though.

When I was seven, these kids in the alley behind our house in Omaha called me Freckleface Strawberry. I hated my freckles, and I hated that name. I thought it was humiliating in the way that only a seven-year-old could hate it.

My dad gave me a haircut... and it wasn't a very good one. When I went out of the house, my friends got on my case and said it looked like someone put a chili bowl over my head and cut around it.