“I am somebody. I am me. And I don't need anybody to make me somebody.”
Louis L'Amour (1908–1988) Novelist, short story writer
God of the Sullied (2018)
“I am somebody. I am me. And I don't need anybody to make me somebody.”
Louis L'Amour (1908–1988) Novelist, short story writer
Lena Horne (1917–2010) American singer, actress, civil rights activist and dancer
Lena Horne (ca. 1997) in: Susan Ratcliffe (2012) Little Oxford Dictionary of Quotations, p. 208
“I am an invisible monster, and I am incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.”
Chuck Palahniuk book Invisible Monsters
Variant: I'm an invisible monster. I'm incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.
Source: Invisible Monsters
Jorge Luis Borges book Other Inquisitions
"A New Refutation of Time" (1946) [" Nueva refutación del tiempo http://www.monografias.com/trabajos11/filoylit/filoylit.shtml"]<br>Variant translations:<br>And yet, and yet... Denying temporal succession, denying the self, denying the astronomical universe, are obvious acts of desperation and secret consolation. Our fate (unlike the hell of Swedenborg or the hell of Tibetan mythology) is not frightful because it is unreal; it is frightful because it is irreversible and ironclad. Time is the thing I am made of. Time is a river that sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that tears me apart, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.<br>Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire. <br class="br">Other Inquisitions (1952) <br class="br">Source: Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings <br class="br">Context: Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges. <br class="br">Context: And yet, and yet... Denying temporal succession, denying the self, denying the astronomical universe, are apparent desperations and secret consolations. Our destiny is not frightful by being unreal; it is frightful because it is irreversible and iron-clad. Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.