Maybe a person is just made up of a lot of people,” I say. “Maybe we’re accumulating these new selves all the time.

It is difficult to see ourselves as we are. Sometimes we are fortunate enough to have good friends, lovers or others who will do us the good service of telling us the truth about ourselves....

Some of us walk around with a necklace of hope, an armour of sanity, but at the end of the day, they always come off. We reveal our naked, vulnerable, real selves.

A man has as many social selves as there are individuals who recognize him.

We guarantee rude emptiness for ourselves; later in life, when we treat children as – “empty buckets”, today.