identity

I wondered, as I wondered so often when I was that age, who I was, and what exactly was looking at the face in the mirror. If the face I was looking at wasn’t me, because I would still be me whatever happened to my face, then what was me?

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

How would you know if you were the last man on Earth? He said.
I don’t guess you would know it. You’d just be it.

The Road, Cormac McCarthy

Who is anybody?

The Road, Cormac McCarthy

I can become someone else, not out of pressure and desperation, but merely because a new life sounds fun or interesting or joyful.

Chuck Palahniuk, Damned

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