When you realize how hard it is to know the truth about yourself, you understand that even the most exhaustive and well-meaning autobiography, determined to tell the truth, represents, at best, a guess. There have been times in my life when I felt incredibly happy. Life was full. I seemed productive. Then I thought,”Am I really happy or am I merely masking a deep depression with frantic activity?” If I don’t know such basic things about myself, who does?
ATTRIBUTION:
Phyllis Rose (b. 1942), U.S. biographer. Women’s Lives, Introduction, p. 36, Norton (1993).
