If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.
— Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh (via anthems-for-a-brat)
(Source: analectic, via impossible-germany)
