“But suppose we are nothing more than the sum of our first, naive, random behaviors. What then?”
“We humans are nothing more than the sum of our memories.”
“we are nothing more than the sum of our memories and experiences”
“In the end, each life is no more than the sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that divulge nothing but their own lack of purpose.”
“As a general rule, people, even the wicked, are much more naive and simple-hearted than we supposed. And we ourselves are, too.”
“We are all more than the sum of our sins,”