“iv.
who was it
who invented
size zero?
who was it
who promised
that if you got
to a certain point
you would no
longer
be?”
Source: The Realm of Possibility
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Attributed to Monroe in self-help books and on social media, this quotation is of unknown origin and date.
Misattributed

“My dear fellow, who will let you?"
"That's not the point. The point is, who will stop me?”

“That's an amazing invention, but who would ever want to use one of them?”
Reportedly to Alexander Graham Bell after a demonstration of the telephone, as quoted in Future Mind : The Microcomputer-New Medium, New Mental Environment (1982) by Edward J. Lias, p. 2 but author did not footnote or in any other way cite a source for the quotation, and the Rutherford B. Hayes Presidential Center has found no primary-source evidence that Rutherford B. Hayes made the comment. The same article erroneously states that President Hayes had his first experience with the telephone in 1876 in a "trial conversation between Washington and Philadephia." Rutherford B. Hayes was president of the United States in the years 1877-1881. His well documented experience with the telephone occurred in 1877 while Hayes was in Rhode Island. Prior to becomng disputed here, this statement was treated as probably spurious in "Obama’s whopper about Rutherford B. Hayes and the telephone" in the Washington Post (16 March 2012) http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/fact-checker/post/obamas-whopper-about-rutherford-b-hayes-and-the-telephone/2012/03/15/gIQAel6SFS_blog.html?wprss=fact-checker, which asserts Hayes installed a phone only months later, and that the Providence Journal (29 June 1877) reported his words during the demonstration as "That is wonderful!"
Disputed
Source: Jesus Before Christianity: The Gospel of Liberation (1976), p. 57.

“We become sphynxes, though fake, up to the point we no longer know who we are.”
Ibid., p. 52
The Book of Disquiet
Original: Tornamo-nos esfinges, ainda que falsas, até chegarmos ao ponto de não sabermos quem somos.