Laurie Halse Anderson Quotes

Should I be what I think? But I think about being so many things!

Faces ...I ...don't ...know ...the real ...me

We struggle throughout our lives to learn to accept the shell that transports us through this world, and many of us take great effort to change it. I believe everyone has at least once looked in the mirror and thought, 'That is not me. I am someone else. The world cannot see me as I really am.'

Losing It Some days I think I'm losing my mind. What seems so clear most of the time becomes a big question mark. Am I really the way I percieve myself, or is the person others see the truth of me? I wait for answers, but inside I know I have to go out and find them. And answers like knowledge, are not always where we first look for them.

I look at myself but I'm missing. I know myself: it’s not me.

Day after day I look in the mirror and I still see something

Who Am I? Or (Perhaps More Accurately) Who Else Could Be Me?

Am I too fast, too facile? I do not know. I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am.

It's almost like being trapped in some other form. The real me is so different from the way I look on the outside.

He had come so far from himself that I don't think he knew who he was anymore.

Do you ever wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and think, something's not accurate?

After all, what is your personal identity? It is what you really are, your real self. None of us is what he thinks he is, or what other people think he is, still less what his passport says he is. And it is fortunate for most of us that we are mistaken. We do not generally know what is good for us. That is because, in St. Bernard's language, our true personality has been concealed under the 'disguise' of a false self, the ego, whom we tend to worship in place of God.

But which was the real me? Let me be perfectly honest: I was a man of many faces. (p.33)

Even when I look straight into the milky blue eyes I can't find myself any more. When did I stop being me?

I frankly admit to not knowing who I am. This is why I refuse to buy clothes that will tell people who I want them to think I am.

It'd be really nice to wake up looking like, I don't know, Jake Gyllenhaal and think, 'Let's try this on for a day and see how it feels.'

For myself, I do not now know in any concrete human terms wherein my individuality consists. In my present human form of consciousness I simply cannot tell.

If you ask me to play myself, I will not know what to do. I do not know who or what I am.

I consider myself straight, but if I met a guy tomorrow and fell in love with him, would I be brave enough to accept that without having to change the way I look at myself?

I often don't feel like the person I look like.

We all want to be someone else but without ceasing to be ourselves. I think it's very important to defend this idea in real life too.

I'm on the path to being someone I'm equally terrified by and obsessed with. My true self.

I always wanted to be an actress. And it wasn't ego. I felt so little about myself, considered myself such a sparrow. Not just my size. I thought I was so plain... I did plays not to show off but because if I did that - I didn't realize it at the time - I would be somebody other than this person I didn't really approve of.

Who you are vs. who you wish you were: Who wins?

Who among us is so certain of our identity? Who hasn't been asked, 'What's your background?' and hesitated, even for a split second, to answer their inquisitor. Howard Jacobson's 'The Finkler Question' forces us to ask that of ourselves, and that's why it's a must read, no matter what your background.