Myself Quotes

Even if I don't release it myself, somebody else might hear it and want to record it. When you write a song, it gives it that potential.

When I'm driving the highway by myself is when I write best.

Why do you think I write these feminist songs, to try and teach myself to respect myself. You know, it's not because I'm a hero.

I don't really belong to that world and I don't think anyone's going to miss me. I'm much happier just to write myself out of the script entirely.

I write first for myself as a therapeutic process, to get stuff out and to deal with it.

I don't set goals for myself too much, but I'm always trying to write that one great song.

If people would write exactly what I wanted to read I wouldn't feel so compelled to write myself.

That's the way I will write characters, put a fair amount of myself in them, and then everyone else who was like that person, I will pick and choose.

I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as about him. It is no longer I, but another whose life is just beginning.

I want to get within myself and write. I really, really want to write.

I get up at 5.30am, sluice myself and have two Weetabix and some mint tea, before starting to write by 6am.

I write music to please myself. Hopefully the director's enjoying it too.

I was sitting in the toilet and I was by myself. I was tired of playing with the roller, so I said I'd better write a book.

I write plays not to make money, but to stop myself from going mad. Because it's my way of making the world rational to me.

I only write music for myself, I don't try and appeal to anyone else.

But at this phase of my life, I want to write and not have to think about whether a song is going to be a hit. I want to explore the music that inspires me, and I don't want to ape myself.

I would like to think that Ben and myself have begun a partnership that will take us into different areas of music that we can continue to write, enjoy and keep me involved with music other then what I do with RUSH.

When I got into music, I wanted to learn guitar just enough to be able to write songs. I wanted to be able to express myself.

My dream has always been to suspend myself in space when I write, and lying horizontal in bed is the closest to doing that.

I write, or used to write, to explain to myself situations I couldn't otherwise solve or understand. Meditation comes very naturally to me.

Imagine if it happened to you: All of a sudden you find this thing on your wrist and people are telling you it has powers. I would be a little skeptical myself.

How sick one gets of being "good," how much I should respect myself if I could burst out and make everyone wretched for twenty-four hours; embody selfishness.

I do find myself drawn more to pieces that I feel are wrestling with the way that we're living now, what we're all going through.

I find too often in the wrestling business, you just wrestle, get to the hotel, make your money. Sometimes I have to stop and remind myself to enjoy my life and not just rush through.

I'm good friends with The Rock, and I talk to him all the time. And he says that, even though his movie career has taken off, he misses the instant gratification of wrestling, and the live crowds, and I could see being that way myself.

What is my calling? What am I supposed to do? I think running for office, public office, can be a divine calling. I mean, I've wrestled with that very question myself.

I often wrangle with myself as an actor, and wrestle with the process. In striving for authenticity I often have the feeling I am falling short.

But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be - a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself.

In my deepest troubles, I frequently would wrench myself from the persons around me and retire to some secluded part of our noble forests.

Being ill like this combines shock - this time I will die - with a pain and agony that are unfamiliar, that wrench me out of myself.