“The tales we tell ourselves about ourselves makes us who we are.”

“Who are we but the stories we tell ourselves, about ourselves, and believe?”

“ It is difficult to see ourselves as we are. Sometimes we are fortunate enough to have good friends, lovers or others who will do us the good service of telling us the truth about ourselves. When we don't, we can so easily delude ourselves, lose a sense of truth about ourselves, and our conscience loses power and purpose. Mostly, we tell ourselves what we would like to hear. We lose our way.”

“What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves!”

“We're all storytellers. We choose to tell ourselves the kind of tale we want to hear.”

“A man is made of memories. It is all we are. Captured moments, the smell of a place, scenes played out time and again on a small stage. We are memories, strung on storylines--the tales we tell ourselves about ourselves, falling through our lives into tomorrow.”