Neil Gaiman Quotes

When we were children, there was a silent part of us watching the child. When we were adolescents, there was that same witness watching the adolescent. Middle age, and so on. Every one, now and again, has discovered the self, the one who is watching.

You have to self-reflect. If you forget who you actually are, then what's the use of even looking in the mirror.

I see knowledge of self. I know who I am. When I look in the mirror, I see me.

I suppose identity depends on memory. And if my memory is blotted out, then I wonder if I exist - I mean, if I am the same person. Of course, I don't have to solve that problem. It's up to God, if any.

I--this thought which is called I--is the mould into which the world is poured like melted wax.

I find that when I do not think of myself I do not think at all.

Find your true self. The old question, asked in many ages, "Who am I?" Once you figure out who am I, and you know who am I, then you have that knowledge of self.

Because no man can ever feel his own identity aright except his eyes be closed; as if darkness were indeed the proper element of our essences, though light be more congenial to our clayey part.

A conscious mind is a mind with a self in it.

I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.

There is no real escape from autobiography into biography. The self has to be faced, or we die.

I'm not always what I think I am, but I am what I think.

I've looked in the mirror every day for 20 years. It's the same face.

I can no longer be sure whether the psyche is in me or whether I'm in the psyche.

No matter where you go, you always see yourself in the rearview mirror.

Also, where does your identity come from? Your memory, of course.

The mirror is not you. The mirror is you looking at yourself.

We are the mirror - As well as the face in it.

Knowing what you admire in others is a wonderful mirror into your deepest, as yet unborn, self.

Just imagine living in a world without mirrors. You'd dream about your face and imagine it as an outer reflection of what is inside you. And then, when you reached forty, someone put a mirror before you for the first time in your life. Imagine your fright! You'd see the face of a stranger. And you'd know quite clearly what you are unable to grasp: your face is not you.

Who you are is a mystery no one can answer, not even you.

The consciousness that says 'I am' is not the consciousness that thinks.

The ultimate mystery is one's own self.

I look at old photos of me, and I don't feel connected to them at all.

The ego is nothing other than the focus of conscious attention.