We think we write definitively of those parts of our nature that are dead and therefore beyond change, but that which writes is still changing – still in doubt. Even a monotonously undeviating path of self-examination does not necessarily lead to self-knowledge. I stumble towards my grave confused and hurt and hungry.
quote by Quentin Crisp
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