Quotes about Introspection

It isn't the sort of thing you ask questions about, because the answers are not usually answers you want to know.

Those who live alone slide into the habit of vertical eating: why bother with the niceties when there's no one to share or censure? But laxity in one area may lead to derangement in all.

The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date.

There had been something willed about it though, his ignorance. Or not willed, exactly: structured. He'd grown up in walled spaces, and then he had become one. He had shut things out.

I am not a saint or a cripple, I am not a wound; now I will see whether I am a coward.

Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, the slight initial tug of an undertow.

This is a reconstruction. All of it is a reconstruction. It's a reconstruction now, in my head, as I lie flat on my single bed rehearsing what I should or shouldn't have said, what I should or shouldn't have done, how I should have played it. If I ever get out of here Let's stop there. I intend to get out

When push comes to shove, only one's own nightmares are of any interest or significance.

I avoid looking down at my body, not so much because it's shameful or immodest but because I don't want to see it. I don't want to look at something that determines me so completely.   I

What confronts us, now the excitement's over, is our own failure.

How young they are, how frisky! I thought. How touchingly innocent! Was I ever like that? I could not remember.

What could be done? We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?