Michael Gough Quotes

I have no accurate knowledge of my age, never having seen any authentic record containing it.

I mean, if someone asked for my birth certificate, I'd get my baby book and hand it out and say 'Here it is.'

Vickie Lynn Hogan is my birth certificate's name.

I don't even know what my artist name would be. Would it be Logan Paul? Would it just be Logan? I don't know.

I was not born in a teepee - that I know of. I actually don't know where I was born.

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know. "Oh, sure you know," the photographer said. "She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything.

Who am I? How did I come into the world? Why was I not consulted?

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

I've always defined myself as a writer, I've never decided what it was I was gonna write. [...] I always fancied myself one, but I'm not. I'm so far from a writer.

I've always remained totally myself, which is to say, without an idea... of what to do.

Discovering, for example, that as witnesses to your life diminish, there is less corroboration, and therefore less certainty, as to what you are or have been. [p. 65]

Everyone is from Russia. Sometimes I think I'm from Russia, too. All these new Ovas. I don't know anyone. I don't really recognise anyone. That's just how it is. I think my name must be Williamsova.

We could call you an ambisexual. A duosexual. A—” “Do I really have to find a word for it?” Kyle interrupts. “Can’t it just be what it is?” “Of course,” I say, even though in the bigger world I’m not so sure. The world loves stupid labels. I wish we got to choose our own. We pause for a moment. I wonder if that’s all—if he just needed to say the truth and have it heard. But then Kyle looks at me with unsure eyes and says, “You see, I don’t know who I’m supposed to be.” “Nobody does,” I assure him.

Nobody knows who I am or what I do. Not even I. Don Juan Matus

I was born to a woman I never knew and raised by another who took in orphans. I do not know my background, my lineage, my biological or cultural heritage. But when I meet someone new, I treat them with respect.... For after all, they could be my people.

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

I don't know. I had to be something, didn't I?

I may not know who I am, but I know where I am from.

But knowing what I don’t want to do doesn’t help me figure out what I do want to do. I could do just about anything if somebody made me. But I don’t have an image of the one thing I really want to do. That’s my problem now. I can’t find the image.

I'm the seagull. No, that's not it. I'm an actress. That's it.

What do I do now?” “I don’t know. Fade away, perhaps. Or find another role.

Simon, would you still care for me if you discovered I was not who I say I am?" What do you mean?" I mean would you still care for me, no matter what you came to know?" What a thing to ponder. I don't know what to say." The answer is no. He does not need to say it. With a sigh, Simon digs at the fire with the iron poker. Bits of the charred log fall away, revealing the angry insides. they flare orange for a moment, then quiet down again. After three tries, he gives up. I'm afraid this fire's had it." I can see a few embers remaining. "No, I think not. If..." He sighs, and it says everything.

I didn't originally want to be an actor. I didn't know what I wanted to be.

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

Now they came back to him, on this night he was seventeen years old. All the years and places of his brief broken life came within mind's reach and made a whole again. He knew once more, at last, after this long, bitter, waisted time, who he was and where he was. But where he must go in the years to come, that he could not see; and he feared to see it.