We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, this accretion of sensory experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody when, in fact, everybody’s nobody.
If either of us are making decisions based on our personal experiences, we’re making the wrong decisions.[to Andrews]
Genetics, childhood… Doesn’t matter. We’re helpless to our experience. Difference between you and me could be a single moment, one little thing gone wrong.[to Howard]