George W. Bush Quotes

They call me the confuser. Is he a man... is he a woman? Ooh, I'm not sure if I mind.

I've always operated so far outside my lane, I'm not sure what lane is mine anymore.

I think in the experience of growing up and realizing who you are, what your place in the world is can be quite scary.

Life is as horrifyingly frightening as it is hilarious.

Like most people in college, I just wasn't really sure who I was.

When there's a revolution in Egypt, you can't really get depressed about not knowing what happens after you die. When there are millions out on the streets, that's not the time to start panicking about contracting swine flu.

I've never thought of myself in terms of an identity. I'm always baffled when I encounter someone who gives the impression about being confident about a particular defined identity.

We don't often talk about the quarter-life crisis, but it is a real thing.

I've always been afraid of who I am and not knowing what I can do.

Growing up, I had a bit of an identity crisis.

I was not born in a teepee - that I know of. I actually don't know where I was born.

What are you?" I whispered. He shrugged again. "Something," he said. "Something like you, something like a beast, something like a bird, something like an angel." He laughed. "Something like that.

We've been living in difficult circumstances and we prepare ourselves for every possibility. But that doesn't mean if you're prepared things will be better ; it's going to get worse with any foolish strike or stupid war.

Identity can be so gelatinous sometimes.

I don’t know what I’m looking for.” “What not?” “Because … because … I think it might be because if I knew I wouldn’t be able to look for them.

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know. "Oh, sure you know," the photographer said. "She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything.

This is still a dangerous world. It's a world of madmen and uncertainty and potential mental losses.

Me against enemies, me against friends. Somehow theyboth seem to become one

And who knows which is which and who is who.

I've been having a midlife crisis since I was four years old.

Out of the corner of one eye, I could see my mother. Out of the corner of the other eye, I could see her shadow on the wall, cast there by the lamplight. It was a big and solid shadow, and it looked so much like my mother that I became frightened. For I could not be sure whether for the rest of my life I would be able to tell when it was really my mother and when it was really her shadow standing between me and the rest of the world.

There's no question that the minute I got elected, the storm clouds on the horizon were getting nearly directly overhead.

What has to be given up is not the I, but that drive for self-affirmation which impels man to flee from the unreliable, unsolid, unlasting, unpredictable, dangerous world of relation into the having of things.

My friends tell me that I am an intruder, that I don't really write when I attempt poetry. But those of my friends who write in prose say that I'm no writer when I attempt prose. So really I don't know what to do, I'm in a quandary.

A man could not always be where he belonged, though.