Charlie Sheen Quotes

Sometimes the world seems like a big hole. You spend all your life shouting down it and all you hear are echoes of some idiot yelling nonsense down a hole.

I turn and turn in my cell like a fly that doesn't know where to die.

I have no mouth, and I must scream.

I guess lyrically they're similar because they're talking about escaping the kind of misery that likes company. 'The Last One Alive,' for me, is very simple. It's just about alienation, really, that causes anger.

It felt as if things were literally slipping through my fingers. Things were just streaming away from me. I lost my sense of humor. I'm still looking for that.

I became bitter, hard, cold. I was always on a panic - couldn't buy clothes or a good place to live.

It is sad when people can't connect, and the sense of desperation that you feel when there is nothing to look forward to.

I remember sitting by my window, wishing upon the stars that my skin condition would go away. I wondered, 'Why me?'

I could not forbear getting up to the top of a little mountain, and looking out to sea, in hopes of seeing a ship : then fancy that, at a vast distance, I spied a sail, please myself with the hopes of it, and, after looking steadily, till I was almost blind, lose it quite, and sit down and weep like a child, and thus increase my misery by my folly.

We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it

Why do I even dare to think I could dream I could imagine I could hope?!

I'm going up to my room now, where I may die.

Keep walking. Hot night right now, right here. All you have is what you are. All you want is much too much. All you get is so much less. All you feel is nothing. All you see is darkness. All you know is senseless and all you can do about it is ride.

It was like trying to bail out an ocean of water with a teaspoon.

I could scream down 90 mountains to less than dust if only one living human had eyes in the head and heart in the body, but there is no chance, my god, no chance. rat with rat dog with dog hog with hog, play the piano drunk listen to the drunk piano, realize the myth of mercy stand still as even a child's voice snarls and we have not been fooled, it was only that we wanted to believe.

The landscape is best described as 'pedestrian hostile.' It's pointless to try to take a walk, so I generally just stay in the room and think about shooting myself in the head.

I need a life. I need a friend. I need a change. But nothing ever changes.

Some drivers have already got out of their cars, prepared to push the stranded vehicle to a spot where it will not hold up the traffic, they beat furiously on the closed windows, the man inside turns his head in their direction, first to one side then to the other, he is clearly shouting something, to judge by the movements of his mouth he appears to be repeating some words, no one word but three, as turns out to be the case when someone finally manages to open the door, I am blind.

Anyone got X-ray visión?I asked, trying to smile. Where is Superman when you need him?

Nothing moves at the Hotel New Hampshire! We're screwed down here-for life!

I've been alone my whole life, I can't do it anymore.

Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.

Neither mine nor other people's prospects seem particularly pleasing just at the moment, and I have fantasies of going to Iceland, never to return. As it is, I tell myself not to remember the past, not to hope or fear for the future, and not to think in the present, a comprehensive program that will undoubtedly have very little success.

And yet, people still turn to Jesus. You will notice though that the kind of people who turn to Jesus tend to be the sort of people who haven't done that well with everybody else.

When I was a kid, I had two friends, and they were imaginary and they would only play with each other.