My former identity was lying around, somewhere, fragmented and buried, like shards from an earlier civilization.
Discovering that I was adopted redefined my entire world, but it taught me that who you are doesn't change.
What matters most is not 'what' you are, but 'who' you are.
I had a bizarre rapport with this mirror and spent a lot of time gazing into the glass to see who was there. Sometimes it looked like me. At other times, I could see someone similar but different in t...
The root of identity crises: we seem to know a lot about ourselves, but we can't tell who we are. Realize your self!
No death, no doom, no anguish can arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a loss of identity.-
It was not only colored people who praised John, since they could not, John felt, in any case really know; but white people also said it, in fact had said it first and said it still. It was when John...
You can either follow your dreams or adjust with your society's expectations... Either way, consequences are uncertain... the path to glory or the boulevard of mediocrity, both lead to the grave... Ch...
I went to the club to escape my life and pretend I'm somebody else. Now I don't know who I am anymore.
Oh, but to reach silence, what a huge effort of voice. My voice is the way I go seek reality; reality prior to my language exists as an unthinkable thought, but I was and am fatefully impelled to have...
I had this dream, see, where I saw the whole world melt. I was standing on La Cienega and from there I could see the whole world and it was melting and it was just so strong and realistic like. And so...