We exist for ourselves, perhaps, and at times we even have a glimmer of who we are, but in the end we can never be sure, and as our lives go on, we become more and more opaque to ourselves, more and more aware of our own incoherence. No one can cross the boundary into another—for the simple reason that no one can gain access to himself.
 Paul Auster, The New York Trilogy (1987). copy citation

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Author Paul Auster
Source The New York Trilogy
Topic reason life
Date 1987
Language English
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