Yevgeny Zamyatin Quotes

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

Real life? Well, I just hope mine isn't investigated. They might find that I don't really exist - that I'm just a hologram.

I came alone and I go as a stranger. I do not know who I am, nor what I have been doing.

Sometimes I'm not so sure just who I am either.

I know that I am what I am. But I am not sure what I am.

A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?

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.

I still don't know quite what I'm supposed to do or be.

I think we all do: I think we wonder if we're supposed to be here, if we're doing the right thing, if we even want to be here. At least, I do all the time.

Don't you feel the same way? When I cannot see myself, even though I touch myself, I wonder if I really exist.

In fact, I don't even know myself. That is the big secret of the story. That there is no story.

I can't even make a leap of faith to believe in my own existence.

I don't know who I am, to tell you the truth.

I look in the mirror. There's me. What's in the mirror is not real. So am I unreal?

I stick my finger into existence.. it smells of nothing. Where am I? Who am I? What is this thing called the world? What does this word mean?

A man who has his initials on his pyjamas must be uncertain of himself. Surely you should know who you are at bed time.

Am I alive and a reality, or am I but a dream?

I know not whence I came, nor whither I go, nor who I am.

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

Where am I? Who am I? How did I come to be here? What is this thing called the world?

No one knows what I am and really, I wonder if I do, at the end of the day.

I walk around the world like a ghost, and sometimes I question whether I even exist. Whether I've ever existed at all.

She wondered if she was doomed to be one of those people who spend their lives trying things.

I don't really know what my personality is anyway. I don't really have one.

Sometimes I feel like a figment of my own imagination.