Paul Simonon Quotes

We manage the fear, I manage the fear, but it certainly takes its toll, the strain does.

The truth is, I've been going pretty much nuts all year. I constantly have to fight being scattered. I feel like I'm on automatic pilot from fatigue. The hardest thing is trying to be present, living for the moment, for everybody in the family.

This whole Puff Daddy thing has taken a toll on me.

Sometimes travelling really intensely for a long time is like having a continuous nervous breakdown.

Never having alone time is real tough on people.

I have a theory that burnout is about resentment. And you beat it by knowing what it is you're giving up that makes you resentful.

The hiatus you spoke about happened in 1998. I was somewhat numb from being out on the road every night. I had to stop because I was emotionally and physically drained.

There are days when I am just dead on the floor, and I'm there in my makeup, and that's getting a little tiring.

A lot of people don't realize the toll put on activists. There's a very draining element to it.

You're constantly working and missing meals. You're away from your family, and you're doing it for, like, eight months.

I don't have the freaking energy to write a memo. I'm out there saving lives.

When you're working so much, it's so hard. When you do have time off, or when I had time off, rather than going out and seeing loads of people and being really sociable, I was always quite a homebody.

When a person is juggling a lot of emotions in a single day, it can take a toll.

... continual hard labor deadens the energies of the soul, and benumbs the faculties of the mind; the ideas become confined, the mind barren, and, like the scorching sands of Arabia, produces nothing; or, like the uncultivated soil, brings forth thorns and thistles. Again, continual hard labor irritates our tempers and sours our dispositions; the whole system become worn out with toil and fatigue; nature herself becomes almost exhausted, and we care but little whether we live or die.

There are days when I should be writing, and I am so tired that I can't. And the fatigue also affects my emotions, making me not even care about writing. There are days when I wake up so angry I can barely speak, and also days when I am so sad.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

I depleted myself to the point where I had nothing left.

I was just absolutely exhausted. The media said I've been treated for a nervous breakdown. All that stuff I just took as people taking the opportunity when you're down to give you a kick.

I give and give, and sometimes I can't find me. I'm sure many moms and wives go down that same rabbit hole.

I've been working so hard, I'm about to have a Mariah Carey.

I love my lifestyle now, but at the end of nine months, you're toast. You are toast. It's like running a marathon. You can't think while you're doing it. Especially when different directors come in who are not part of the posse, the circle.

I don't think I can do this anymore.

I'm overwhelmed by the pain in the world; I'm affected by the news very much, and adding that to my work was becoming a little bit too much.

I've gotten very cynical and kind of anhedonic about all the things I have to do to get to do comedy: all the travel, hotels, and airports.

I wasn't even sure I'd be able to walk. I couldn't even go outside. Maybe I was just burnt crisp from the gruelling schedule I had been keeping for years.