Love... asks that you disavow your attempt to enlarge your own identity by diminishing that of others. It asks that you cease your effort to safeguard your own claim to well-being by assuming the inferiority of others' claims. It asks, actually, that you die.

Everything a person is and everything he knows resides in the tangled thicket of his intertwined neurons. These fateful, tiny bridges number in the quadrillions, but they spring from just two sources: DNA and daily life. The genetic code calls some synapses into being, while experience engenders and modifies others.(148)

The most common complaint is the misuse of a person's identity to get a new credit card.

He was going to hell in the old hand basket, and he decided that maybe he would take someone with him.

Identity is memory; when memory disappears, the self dissolves and love with it.

It’s scary telling someone you care about, someone you love who you really are.