G-Dragon Quotes

If you ask me to play myself, I will not know what to do. I do not know who or what I am.

I know that I am what I am. But I am not sure what I am.

I know it sounds pathetic, but I don't know who I am.

I'm asked all the time in interviews about who I am, and I know a few people my age who have a strong sense of self, but I couldn't say I know myself and sum it up and give it to you in a little package. I don't know myself at all yet.

There are times I can't even figure myself out.

I don't know how happy I was when I met Sting. I always had this difficulty of not really knowing who I was.

I don't even recognize myself sometimes.

I have no more idea now of who I am than I did before. But at least I know that. And I'm starting to figure out who I want to be.

You have to know who you are, if you don't you have nightmares.

I am really puzzled to understand myself.

Throughout my life, I have grappled with my own identity, who I am. As a young child, I often felt ambivalent about myself, in fact, confused.

Anybody can get lost in themselves.

When I read profiles of myself, I sometimes think: 'I have spent my whole life struggling to understand my motivations and impulses, and I've never quite sorted them out.'

My songs are about not knowing who to be and not knowing how to act.

I don't know what I am.

I'm not sure who I am. That's why I keep saying I'm an adventurer that goes out.

I don't even know what my voice is to this day.

There's nothing harder than defining oneself.

Identity has been such an explosive territory for me... so hard, so painful at times.

I'm always thinking about what my identity is.

As we wrestle with questions of identity, we imitate those actions we think best fill an ambiguity we have within ourselves. And that goes for everyone; no one is free from this condition.

I don't even know who I am. All I know is that I am the sibling, daughter, sister, the friend of somebody, and I need to know who I am outside of that.

I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.

Am I too fast, too facile? I do not know. I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am.

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?