Ned Vizzini Quotes

I am feeling fine. I remember these words and recite them. These are the things you say when asked how you are. After all, it would be odd to say: I'm not feeling. Or, more to the point: I'm not, I have ceased to be. Where am I?

Anybody can get lost in themselves.

I don't know what I am.

I don't know how happy I was when I met Sting. I always had this difficulty of not really knowing who I was.

I don't even recognize myself sometimes.

I couldn't remember my name for weeks. I'd be at the theater and hear them calling 'Miss Stanwyck, Miss Stanwyck,' and I'd think 'Where is that dame? Why doesn't she answer? By crickie, it's me!

She seems sort of lost.' I thought, Lost how? How am I lost? Suddenly I felt lost.

Sometimes I feel like a figment of my own imagination.

I don't recognize my former self. Like I'm on the outside looking in at my life. Who is that guy?

You look in the mirror, but you don't see what you actually look like.

When people are struggling, that's a painful place to be in, to not know who you are and where you belong and what you desire.

I didn't know what was going through my mind.

I used to think I had ambition... but now I'm not so sure. It may have been only discontent. They're easily confused.

A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?

Sometimes I wake up and think, 'How did I get here?'

I'm sure I'm a schizophrenic. The problem is I can't tell the difference between which one's which, which one is the real me.

I have no idea what I'm doin'. I've never seen me.

I am not a man. I am not a human being inside. I am not that. I don't know what I am, but I am not that.

I think I've always had a disconnect from what I'm supposed to be like.

I am a very neurotic person all the time.

I just don't know where my head is sometimes.

I'm not even sure who I really am sometimes.

Sometimes I feel like a man; sometimes I feel like a child.

I stand on the end platform of the tram and am completely unsure of my footing in this world, in this town, in my family. Not even casually could I indicate any claims that I might rightly advance in any direction. I have not even any defense to offer for standing on this platform, holding on to this strap, letting myself be carried along by this tram, nor for the people who give way to the tram or walk quietly along or stand gazing into shop windows. Nobody asks me to put up a defense, indeed, but that is irrelevant.

I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir,' said Alice, 'Because I'm not myself you see.