Jason Schwartzman Quotes

I've got an age that I do think of myself.

At some point, when I finished school in Zurich, I suddenly realised that I was nobody. I couldn't find a shape. Everything I was had been invented. Initially, I took it to be a fundamental conflict. But today I find pleasure in accepting that this thing called 'identity' is the true invention. There's no way that it really exists.

When I came back to Britain, I realized that I was no longer a very young woman. I had to meet my new consciousness, my new age, with roles that reflected it somewhat.

I've never, ever labeled myself.

There's nothing harder than defining oneself.

When you have a lot of people telling you what you are and perceiving you in a certain way, it's difficult to find your own identity.

My whole life has been about figuring out the balance between knowing who I am and being who I am and accepting that people will come to me with all sorts of preconceptions.

I have definitely had a big impactful change since 2010, and it's rough to look in the mirror, but it's such an important thing to do that.

If I ever found a place where I belonged, that in itself would be an identity crisis to me.

I don't even know who I am. All I know is that I am the sibling, daughter, sister, the friend of somebody, and I need to know who I am outside of that.

I know what my identity is.

I had to figure out at 61 years of age: 'Holy moly! Who am I?'

We all believe that we are a certain kind of person, but we never know until we do something that proves otherwise, or until we die.

Middle Age At forty-five, What next, what next? At every corner, I meet my Father, My age, still alive.

...fact was she knew more about them than she knew about herself, having never had the map to discover what she was like. Could she sing? (Was it nice to hear when she did?) Was she pretty? Was she a good friend? Could she have been a loving mother? A faithful wife? Have I got a sister and does she favor me? If my mother knew me would she like me? (140)

I believe it is our own misperceptions of who we really are that leads to every self-created hell you'll find in this world.

I went to school, and I remember that you had to do these tests to find out what set you're in - how clever you are. I put down "Kit Harington," and they looked at me like I was completely stupid, and they said, "No, you're Christopher Harington, I'm afraid." It was only then I learnt my actual name. That was kind of a bizarre existential crisis for an 11-year-old to have, but in the end I always stuck with Kit, because I felt that's who I was. I'm not really a "Chris."

I don't know who I am or who I was. I know it less than ever. I do and I don't identify myself with myself. Everything is totally contradictory, but maybe I have remained exactly as I was as a small boy of twelve.

The world's most sensible person and the biggest idiot both stay within us. The worst part is, you can't even tell who is who.

You've got to show the world who you are before it tells you. Otherwise you become victim to someone you're not.

Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret.

I've come to believe that whoever I am didn't start on December 14, 1946, and isn't going to end on whatever that mysterious date is in the future.

I have no issues with my identity.

It's easy to forget who you are.

When I was younger, my whole sense of self-worth was based on whether or not I was working, which was awful. And I had a baby at 20 years old, so it wasn't just about me. At around the age of 30 there was a stretch where I wasn't working - certainly not on anything I liked, anyway - and I started to do other things.