I felt that even when they were polite they hardly saw me, that they would have begged the pardon of Jack the Bear, never glancing his way if the bear happened to be walking along minding his business. It was confusing. I did not know if it was desirable or undesirable.

And my problem was that I always tried to go in everyone's way but my own.

Perhaps to lose a sense of where you are implies the danger of losing a sense of who you are.

That ... is how the world moves: Not like an arrow, but a boomerang.

God is love, I said, but art's the possibility of forms, and shadows are the source of identity.

Having tried to give pattern to the chaos which lives within the pattern of your certainties, I must come out, I must emerge.

I was pulled this way and that for longer than I can remember. And my problem was that I always tried to go in everyone's way but my own. I have also been called one thing and then another while no one really wished to hear what I called myself. So after years of trying to adopt the opinions of others I finally rebelled. I am an invisible man.