Dave Attell Quotes

I write in order to make the little voices in my head go away. Thus far it hasn't worked.

I don't use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough.

Minds that are ill at ease are agitated by both hope and fear.

Depression is rage spread thin.

The truth is, I've always been wracked with self-loathing and terrible, paralysing depression.

Conscience. That stuff can drive you nuts.

The root of the problem I have is anxiety, and it's all derived from something - I'm just going to say it, some kind of sadness. It manifests in so many different ways and it affects people differently.

True it is that each of us has only one life - but how many of us 'die a thousand deaths' in fear and nervousness!

A doctor recently described to me "benign positional vertigo": it means you get dizzy in certain positions, but you can get over it without necessarily changing the position. Change "vertigo" to "anxiety," and you've summed up the neurotic's plight.

I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.

How sick i am! that thought Always comes to me with horror. Is it this strange for everybody? But such fugitive feelings have always been my metier.

Both worry and stress reek of arrogance.

Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot My twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts I never really dreamed of heaven much Until we put him in the ground. There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free

A stammering man is never a worthless one. Physiology can tell you why. It is an excess of sensibility to the presence of his fellow creature, that makes him stammer.

The mind of a writer can be a truly terrifying thing. Isolated, neurotic, caffeine-addled, crippled by procrastination, consumed by feelings of panic, self-loathing, and soul-crushing inadequacy. And that’s on a good day.

Look at it this way: There are many here among us for whom the life force is best represented by the livid twitching of one tortured nerve, or even a full-scale anxiety attack. I do not subscribe to this point of view 100 percent, but I understand it, have lived it. Thus the shriek, the caterwaul, the chainsaw gnarlgnashing, the yowl and the whizz that decapitates may be reheard by the adventurous or emotionally damaged as mellifluous bursts of unarguable affirmation.

I hear voices in my mind and you're worried that you're the freak,” he laughed.

Zaphod felt he was teetering on the edge of madness and wondered if he shouldn't just jump over and have done with it.

Anxiety is the mark of spiritual insecurity.

The private terror of the liberal spirit is invariably suicide, not murder.

I feel certain that I'm going mad again, I feel we can't go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices

I'm horrified most of the time. I wish it was more complicated, but at the same time, each time I try to complicate it I hate it because I hate the idea of writing to impress.

There's nothing wrong with me...except acute chronic fear.

But I'm not ready to stop listening to the screwed-up inner voice that's been ordering me around for a lifetime. My head thinks it can kill me... and go on living without me.

I feel the closest to crazy when I'm disagreeing with the voice in my head