Mental Dialogue Quotes

Secret thinker sometimes listening aloud.

Somebody asked me the other day, 'What do you love the most about the show?' I said, 'The conversations that I have with my father in my head while I'm playing.' If I do something pretty good... I mean, I'm playing the gig and I'm saying in my head, 'Hey, check that one out, dad.'

That's what the voices in your head are for, to get you through the silent parts.

Thinking: the talking of the soul with itself.

Isn't it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?

I talk to myself all the time. Just make sure you answer.

Without needing to be theoretically instructed, consciousness quickly realizes that it is the site of variously contending discourses.

The mind will quote whether the tongue does or not.

I am interested in levels of brain discourse. How articulate are the voices in your head? You know, there's a different voice for the phone, and a different voice if you're talking in bed. When you're starting off with a narrator, it's interesting to think, where is their voice coming from, what part of their brain?

The dialogue between what's going on in the world and what's going on internally seems to be a natural thing - well, it's natural to me, anyway, to have these thoughts.

I am definitely writing letters to lots of directors in my mind when I'm making a film. I'm chasing Woody Allen and Godard and Milos Forman and all these people.

The voice inside your head is not the voice of god. It just sounds like it thinks it is.

I write music about what's going on in my head, what I'm angry about, and what I think is wrong/right.

Always enter the conversation already taking place in the customer's mind.

I talk to myself all the time - it's something my children have observed in the car.

I hear that in my head all the time now: 'Why don't you go and see?'.

I have no inner monologue.

There should be a rule against your own inner monologue throwing around that much sarcasm.

Thinking and spoken discourse are the same thing, except that what we call thinking is, precisely, the inward dialogue carried on by the mind with itself without spoken sound.

Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?

I do talk to myself, just not in a whisper. But I have caught myself sometimes.

The true use of Shakespeare or of Cervantes, of Homer or of Dante, of Chaucer or of Rabelais, is to augment one's own growing inner self. . . . The mind's dialogue with itself is not primarily a social reality. All that the Western Canon can bring one is the proper use of one's own solitude, that solitude whose final form is one's confrontation with one's own mortality.

In my head I'm talking all the time.

We all have an ongoing narrative inside our heads, the narrative that is spoken aloud if a friend asks a question. That narrative feels deeply natural to me. We also hang on to scraps of dialogue. Our memories don’t usually serve us up whole scenes complete with dialogue. So I suppose I’m saying that I like to work from what a character is likely to remember, from a more interior place.

It's hard to turn my internal dialogue off from that character I become.