Person Quotes

“And I realize that there is nothing to worry about without first wanting to be alive a certain way.
That is somewhat relaxing to think.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“I walk down the hallway and go into my room and call it a day and it calls me something else.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“My history is the history of things imagined and not-happened.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“I don't know if I should judge myself based on what I can accept or what I can't accept but I do know that I always dislike where I am and then look back on where I was with sadness because it is gone.
(That's means I am worthless and it's my fault.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“My roommate knocks on my door and I try not to move.
My heart is beating fast.
He knocks again and then leaves.
I win.
This is but one of the many victories I have exampled as a human among humans.
I have no equals.
My strength is unmatched.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“It seems I keep track of opportunities I will never have more than focusing on ones I do have and could have.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“There should be a word for what happens when you begin to ruin a feeling by saying it.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“Not quite a piece of shit myself, but the streak for sure. For sure the area the shit passes over and leaves behind parts of itself.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“I realize every specific thing I worry about is nothing compared to the main worry I have which never has an object.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“Sometimes I definitely feel a sense of accomplishment but it’s never after accomplishing something.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“We drive away.
I don't know what time it is at all, like even within an hour.
And I'm thinking a thought that is something like, "Be thankful for what's left of you.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“I entertain the idea that if my present life is the punishment for a former life, then I would never want to meet myself as the self of this former life.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“And I can see either accepting everything that happens, or accepting none, but in between I lose hope.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“My roommate sits on the couch doing something on his laptop computer and I look at a half-filled coffee cup on the livingroom floor while I balance on one leg, left boot going on. Staring at the halffilled coffee cup keeps me from falling. Thank you for being there for me, halffilled coffee cup. I appreciate you, you silly fuck.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“I haven’t slept in two days so I feel tired now, lying on my sleeping bag. My feet are very cold but I am ok. In the long transition to sleep I entertain a complex paranoia about a group of people who will be assigned to review each action I have taken throughout my life. And once dead, I’ll meet them in council. There will be a group assigned to review my “thank-yous said” to “those not said.” There will be a group assigned to review every face I’ve made just after waking up. There will be a group assigned to review how I treated people who asked me for help. And a group assigned to review the times I felt bad but didn’t tell anyone. A group assigned to review the times I deliberately threw crayons into the small fan my third grade bus driver positioned by his face. And a group assigned to review bugs I needlessly stepped on. A group for this nap I’m taking too. And in the paranoia, I see myself getting dressed-up to go before them and answer questions. I’m very nervous before each council but I try to be brave. “This nap you took—” someone says. “Yes?” A mean-looking woman in the middle of the panel, she clasps her hands together and she says, “Tell us about this nap.” When I wake up, one of my legs is numb. And I remain awake in my sleeping bag, staring at the blinds until the black behind gets more blue, then lighter blue, then white. Sometimes I definitely feel a sense of accomplishment but it’s never after accomplishing something.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“I imagine a man coming out of an alley and stabbing me a number of times until I die. Face-down, mouth-open in the snow. What would that change about me. Would I love it. Would I think that the stabbing was painful and that I didn’t like it. Does it actually hurt or is it great. I see my killer being given a wreath and a box of candy by the mayor of Chicago at some kind of ceremony (a ceremony for killing me, you see). And people are cheering for him. I see myself stab-holed and crawling out of an alley to join the periphery of the celebration. Then I hold one hand over the stab wounds and with the other hand I give the thumbs-up sign to my killer as he accepts the wreath from the mayor. I pass more people who are out walking. I’m on Ashland Avenue. A lot of times when I encounter someone else out walking or running past me, it feels like we should be more united than we end up acting. We’re both outside at the same time together. Why doesn’t that mean anything to anyone. Goddamn. No, I don’t think I actually care about that. I thought I cared about it just now.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“And I know that when I run from something, there is a bigger part of me that hopes I get caught than there is that hopes I get away.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“I think tomorrow I'll burn myself on the stove so people will feel sorry for me.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“Will I get run over tonight. Is tonight the night of magic.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“I want to have money so I can buy food and not die.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“He says, "Does it ever bother you how unneeded you are, almost everywhere.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“Outside, I experience a bad feeling and I realize it is because I haven't been outside for a few day so now it's uncomfortable.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“I don't make eye contact with any girls because I don't want to ruin their night and make them feel bad.
I make eye contact with some guys because sometimes I just feel angry.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“Her apartment smells like garbage, just like mine.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“Cutting my own hair for years has maybe contributed to me feeling different from other people in a fundamental way.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“I concentrate on my heartbeat and worry it is never going to stop.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“We are not touching or communicating.
I like it.
It feels real to me.
It feels like practice.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“And I realize I have never once actually been happy in my life.
And also never felt any kind of care that didn't threaten to give up when challenged.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“If I accept whatever I get, exerting no energy for its arrival and none for its refusal, I will be happy or at least ok.”
― Sam Pink, Person

“I always think about getting randomly hurt and how awesome it would be to just immediately be changed and removed from my situation. To have something direct to worry about, like a broken leg or a really big cut. I'd no longer be a person blending in.”
― Sam Pink, Person