...who are we, who is each one of us, if not a combination of experiences, information, books we have read, things imagined? Each life is an encyclopedia, a library, an inventory of objects, a series of styles, and everything can be constantly shuffled and reordered in every way conceivable...
Each of us is a kind of crossroads where things happen. The crossroads is purely passive; something happens there. A different thing, equally valid, happens elsewhere. There is no choice, it is just a matter of chance
No self is an island; each exists in a fabric of relations now more complex and mobile than ever before... one is always located at a post through which various kinds of messages pass
...man is an animal suspended in webs of significance he himself has spun
All the world's a stage, / And all the men and women merely players: / They have their exits and their entrances; / And one man in his time plays his parts...
Any life is made up of a single moment, the moment in which a man finds out, once and for all, who he is
-Jorge Luis Borges
Somebody was trying to tell me that CDs are better than vinyl because they don't have any surface noise. I said, 'Listen, mate, life has surface noise.'