You learn who you are only by making yourself accountable to the judgment of others.
Hannah's Child: A Theologian's MemoirWhen we were in bed, the only part of me she touched was my penis, because it was the most detached.
Kafka Was the Rage: A Greenwich Village MemoirIf he couldn't forgive you for what you'd done, it was clear to me he was never truly your destiny.
Memoirs of a GeishaSometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.
Memoirs of a Geisha