“I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.”
“I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else.”
“How many times has that happened? I find myself wondering. How many times have I sat, waiting, while he catches up with somebody else, somebody more important?”
“I know who I was, I can tell you who I may have been, but I am, now, only in this line of words I write. I'm not sure of the nature of my existence, and wonder to find myself writing.”
“Am I the only one who knows? I'll bet I am; nobody else really understands Grasshopper but me - they just imagine they do.”
“In this way, I was able to place my own concerns aside and curl myself up in the cocoon of somebody else's imagination. My life was suspended - I was in neither one place nor the other.”