Nell Carter Quotes

There's no way to eloquently put this. I just can't go to the mall. It bothers me that I can't be outside very often. And also to not ever be just 'some girl' again. Just being some chick at some place, that's gone.

I limited myself to one shout a day. But I didn't like the sound of my voice. It sounded panicked, it sounded scared. And I knew from experience you can't hear more than 50 yards either way down a canyon.

I can never be in the same place for too long. It feels like the world is caving in.

I hate family pressures and family responsibilities. I'm more comfortable as a stranger. I always imagined I could just live in a hotel. I'm afraid of family.

I am not very good with relationships. With anyone. I can't be locked up with anyone for too long.

I'm phobic about the idea of being constrained.

I'm kind of claustrophobic... It's not even like enclosed spaces. It's like I hate being stuck in one band, you know? Just being stuck is the biggest drag, for fear that, you know, just that you can't get out.

Having been let out of the barn once, I know I wouldn't be happy if I were home all the time.

I barely leave my cage, my house.

I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.

You don't want to see me all the time. You get bored.

I've never enjoyed being cooped up.

Claustrophobia is a theme that I feel is really rife in 'Sound of my Voice' and struggling to come up for air from that feeling.

It was the darkness that got you. It was heavy darkness, greasy and compelling. It made walls round you, and shut you in so that you felt like you could not breathe.

I say my hell is the closet I'm stuck inside.

A man who will not leave his room because he does not know how, or is afraid to open the door, is trapped just the same whether or not the door is locked.

The eagle has no liberty; he only has loneliness.

It's the boredom that kills you. You read until you're tired of that. You do crossword puzzles until you're tired of that. This is torture. This is mental torture.

It is impossible to go through life without trust: that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.

I turn and turn in my cell like a fly that doesn't know where to die.

I think I'm a very solitary person. To actually not be anonymous is a bit claustrophobic for me.

I'd just like to be able to walk outside as everyone does and enjoy time with my friends, not feel bad for not wanting to take a picture.

I spent most of my life locked in my bedroom, miserable about my raging acne.

I'm not very good at being domesticated. I've tried. The domestic life I find claustrophobic - the rituals and habits and patterns.

For the first time, I lived alone... in a luxury apartment on Sunset Strip. For a few days I loved the idea, but I got lonely and restless.