Michael T. Flynn Quotes

I tend toward characters who are more lost than found.

I am not a man. I am not a human being inside. I am not that. I don't know what I am, but I am not that.

How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to another.

There were many hours when I never quite know how I'd gotten there or why I stayed.

I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am.

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

I don't know what I am. And it's not important.

I know well what I am fleeing from but not what I am in search of.

Oh, my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways, And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low, I'm at home and at ease on a track that I know not, And restless and lost on a road that I know.

I'm not usually where I think I am. It's kind of spooky.

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

I still don't know quite what I'm supposed to do or be.

I'm a misplaced American, but don't know where I was misplaced.

Place and displacement have always been central for me. A type of insecurity goes with that: you are always following the cues, like learning the dance steps when the dance is already under way.

The only thing that you can do is do jobs and see if people respond to that. I'm always holding onto the fact that I don't really know who I am. Hopefully I won't compartmentalize myself because of that, because I'm completely ignorant of the whole.

I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then

…I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who.

…balancing the wish to be lost with the need to be found.

I stick my finger into existence.. it smells of nothing. Where am I? Who am I? What is this thing called the world? What does this word mean?

Am I lost or just less found?

I hear so many things about who I am supposed to be I hardly know what to believe. I am willing to tell all, but what Is it? Doubtless all these myths and legends will be straightened out eventually, but It may take years.

I have no idea where I'm going but here's the real question: What am I doing here in the first place?

Do you ever wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and think, something's not accurate?

Where am I? Who am I? How did I come to be here? What is this thing called the world?

On Monday, when the sun is hot, I wonder to myself a lot. Now is it true, or is it not, that what is which and which is what?