Paranoia is just having the right information.

A paranoid man is a man with all the facts.

A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on.

Strange how paranoia can link up with reality now and then.

Perfect paranoia is perfect awareness.

paranoia is just a heightened sense of awareness

You say paranoia, I say surveillance state. Worried about being tracked by hidden cameras stealthy air-borne remotely piloted vehicles, and chips implanted in your skull? You’re merely a realist.

Yes, I'm paranoid — but am I paranoid enough?

Paranoia speaks to a deeper drive than fear. Paranoia is a defiant charge to a cold, unfeeling cosmos: “Hear me! I exist! I’m important!” Because after all, if someone is actually orchestrating the chaos of the universe against you personally, then you do matter. When no one seems to care anymore, at least “enemies” give you the comforting illusion that you count.

Then I could turn around and justify that, by saying that it isn’t really paranoia if there really are people out to get you.

Paranoia's the garlic in life's kitchen, right, you can never have too much.

In a captive environment, paranoia is unavoidable. Only the prison authorities call it paranoia; prisoners call it sensible precautions.

One of the impressive things about paranoid literature is the contrast between its fantasied conclusions and the almost touching concern with factuality it invariably shows. It produces heroic strivings for evidence to prove that the unbelievable is the only thing that can be believed.

A paranoid man is a man who knows a little about what's going on.