John Carpenter Quotes

I just look around and say, I'm a mess. I don't know why I do things.

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

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

But now my problems had been set loose. They could be anywhere at any time and I was just like everyone else I knew: almost positive that there was something profoundly and undiagnosably wrong with me.

He laughed a little, in an odd, nervous kind of way. "Because if I don't get going soon, the whole impetus may die--and if that happens, well, I really shall consider a long, restful plunge into insanity. Sometimes the abyss yawns very attractively.

Emotions are messy and hard to figure out.

Many today feel troubled and distressed; many feel that, at any moment, the ships of their lives could capsize or sink.

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 just don't know where my head is sometimes.

I don't like the feeling of being unhappy. I don't like the feeling of being unsure about myself, or uncertain with where something's going - I would rather turn away. I just can't feel like that ever again. It's just horrible.

Sometimes I feel I don't know even know how to run.

The stress that some of us feel - it's a lack of faith, it really is.

Sure, I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. But, in leisure years I could grow and choose my way. Now I am living on the edge. We all are on the brink, and it takes a lot of nerve, a lot of energy, to teeter on the edge, looking over, looking down into the windy blackness and not being quite able to make out, through the yellow, stinking mist, just what lies below in the slime, in the oozing, vomit-streaked slime; and so I could go on, my thoughts, writing much, trying to find the core, the meaning for myself.

To be crazy is not necessarily to writhe in snake pits or converse with imaginary gods. It can sometimes be not knowing what to do in the morning.

Anxiety is the mark of spiritual insecurity.

In an insane world, sanity made very little sense.

The debate was wearing me out. Once you've posed that question, it won't go away. I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't. Anything I thought or did was immediately drawn into the debate. Made a stupid remark--why not kill myself? Missed the bus--better put an end to it all. Even the good got in there. I liked that movie--maybe I shouldn't kill myself.

It can be easy to get caught up in craziness or insecurity.

If we lose our sanity ... We can but howl the lugubrious howl of idiots, the howl of the utterly lost howling their nowhereness.

I am afraid of falling into hopeless despair, over my wasted life, and I am still not sure how it happened.

Madness is not a consequence of uncertainty but of certainty.

You can be strapped to the most stable chair and still feel the world give way beneath you.

Knowing that you're crazy doesn't make the crazy things stop happening.

I used to go away for weeks in a state of confusion.

When people are struggling, that's a painful place to be in, to not know who you are and where you belong and what you desire.