“What will I do if I find myself with a heart?" "Lose it constantly, I imagine.”

“The question I constantly asked myself was this: What am I supposed to do?”

“I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time.”

“I find myself only by losing myself.”

“I find you irritating. (Kat)I haven’t even begun to irritate you yet. Imagine what I could do if I applied myself? (Solin)I can imagine. I can also imagine ripping your throat out and tying my shoes with your larynx. (Kat)”

“The reason why I do not know anything about myself, the reason why Siddhartha has remained alien and unknown to myself is due to one thing, to one single thing--I was afraid of myself, I was fleeing from myself. I was seeking Atman, I was seeking Brahman, I was determined to dismember myself and tear away its layers of husk in order to find in its unknown innermost recess the kernel at the heart of those layers, the Atman, life, the divine principle, the ultimate. But in so doing, I was losing myself.”