Orson Scott Card Quotes

I've had the longest mid-life crisis ever.

I was actually looking for answers where I kept asking myself - what am I doing?

I had money, but I still didn't know what to do with my life.

There was a time where I was really confused about who I was and what I was doing, and I was just kind of depressed.

I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions.

She wondered if she was doomed to be one of those people who spend their lives trying things.

I, at the age of 17 or 18 as a medical student, suddenly came up against a problem: 'What am I? What is the meaning of my existence as I experience it?'

Sometimes I wake up and think, 'How did I get here?'

Your birth is a mistake you'll spend your whole life trying to correct.

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.

I'm not that rebellious. There's a part of me that wishes I was that.

After wrestling with myself for six months, I began medical treatment. During that time I started a band with some friends of mine called Jack's Car, but that didn't last.

What I am very, very moved and struck by is that so many people in the world are often living a life that they hadn't planned for themselves. And they wake up one day and say, 'Hang on. Who am I? Is this really me? Is this what I really wanted?' And also, 'Can I change it? Have I got the courage to change it?'

You spend 20 years doing something and when you're not doing it, it's hard to figure out what it is you're made of. Am I the guitarist in Slipknot and that is it, or do I have more dimensions than that?

In life, we are told to do or be so many different things and expected to fit so many different expectations; I think that's something I always had a hard time with.

For my entire life, I've wrestled with my gender identity.

I'm not even sure who I really am sometimes.

I may be the wrong person for my life.

...a disgruntled reflection on my own life as a sort of desperate improvisation in which I was constantly trying to make something coherent from conflicting elements to fit rapidly changing settings.

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

Man has always been his own most vexing problem.

Oh my god what am I doing with my life?

If you realize what the real problem is-losing yourself-you realize that this itself is the ultimate trial.

I'm always tripped up by the eternal who am I?