Pain is truth; all else is subject to doubt. - J. M. Coetzee

There is no home left for universal souls, except perhaps in Antarctica or on the high seas

There are people who have the capacity to imagine themselves as someone else, there are people who have no such capacity (when the lack is extreme, we call them psychopaths), and there are people who have the capacity but choose not to exercise it.

When I reflect on my story I seem to exist only as the one who came, the one who witnessed, the one who longed to be gone: of being without substance, a ghost beside the true body of Cruso.