Paul Haggis Quotes

I've had times in my life when I really haven't been able to figure myself out.

Being an intellectual creates a lot of questions and no answers.

I'm a lot more observational than personal in my writing. My writing is mostly a lot of questions without answers.

I think I write about things that are mysterious to me.

I didn't think about whether I was writing poems. I was thinking. And the more I was thinking, the more there was I didn't understand.

There are times I can't even figure myself out.

All of my close friends are emotional train wrecks. This is what makes our lives interesting - constantly doubting ourselves, worrying, wondering if we've made a mistake. Could we have done better? Are we good people? Are we bad people?

I know that I don’t know.

I should probably be careful admitting this, but sometimes, when my characters are having a disagreement, it's a disagreement I'm having with myself. I can see both sides of the argument.

I was actually looking for answers where I kept asking myself - what am I doing?

The man who wishes to understand himself thoroughly must with his unrest, uncertainty, and even his weakness and sinfulness, with his life and death, draw near to Christ.

The human mind has to ask "Who, what, whence, whither, why am I?" And it is very doubtful if the human mind can answer any of these questions.

I doubt about myself. I think doubts are good in life. The people who don't have doubts I think only two things-arrogance or not intelligence.

The more I try to explain myself, the less I understand myself.

In fact I'm in too much of a mental muddle to know where I am - an idealist or not. I'm a mere man of letters, and I do what I can with those subjects.

When you question what you believe, you leave the world, really, and what the world believes. It puts you in a very interesting position.

I acknowledge that I have no idea who the hell I am, and I think that's the first step.

There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.

One should be an enigma not just to others but to oneself too. I study myself. When I'm tired of that I light a cigar to pass the time, and think: God only knows what the good Lord really meant with me, or what He meant to make of me.

I think that there's some confusion in my own mind about what I believe.

Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?

Hopefully, I write what I don't know.

If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?

Without willing it, I had gone from being ignorant of being ignorant to being aware of being aware. And the worst part of my awareness was that I didn't know what I was aware of. I knew I knew very little, but I was certain that the things I had yet to learn wouldn't be taught to me at George Washington High School.