Paul Simon Quotes

I am in my own head most of the time.

I've always been just kind of consumed by my own thoughts.

What's on your mind, if you will allow the overstatement.

Man, you don't know how I felt that afternoon when I heard that voice and it was my own voice.

One of those quiet types who logs a lot of time in the bedlam of her head, I sometimes need to be startled awake to the fact that the outside world still exists.

To understand just one life you have to swallow the world ... do you wonder, then, that I was a heavy child?

I'm a man for whom the outside world is an inner Reality.

Examination of the world without is never as personally painful as examination of the world within.

The ultimate and dearest - and, again, only - relationship we have is the relationship we have with our thoughts.

...he said, with sort of a little derisive smile, "How can you walk down the street with all this stuff going on inside you?" I said, "I don't know how you can walk down the street with nothing going on inside you.

Become aware of internal, subjective, sub-verbal experiences, so that these experiences can be brought into the world of abstraction.

An observer can't tell if a person is silent and still because inner life has stalled or because inner life is transfixingly busy.

We are all prone to the malady of the introvert who with the manifold spectacle of the world spread out before him, turns away and gazes only upon the emptiness within.

The world you see outside of you will always be a reflection of what you have inside of you.

The interior life is often stupid.

The visible world is but man turned inside out that he may be revealed to himself.

When I write, I solemnly visit myself.

While there seem to be many things to manage in the world, the most important thing to manage is your consciousness.

Man knows himself only insofar as he knows the world, becoming aware of it if only within himself, and of himself self only within it. Each new subject, well observed, opens up within us a new organ of thought.

I know myself," he cried, "but that is all-

I sink down into my body as into a swamp, fenland, where only I know the footing…. I’m a cloud, congealed around a central object, the shape of a pear, which is hard and more real than I am and glows red within its translucent wrapping. Inside it is a space, huge as the sky at night and dark and curved like that, though black-red rather than black.

Sometimes I have that kind of critical mind to myself as well. This is because there are times where I have to do things that I don't wish to.

Our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves, and of our visible, sensible world.

Your most intimate relationship is the one you have with your thoughts.

Truly, nothing in the world has so occupied my thoughts as this I, this riddle, the fact I am alive, that I am separated and isolated from all others, that I am Siddhartha! And about nothing in the world do I know less about than me, about Siddhartha!