I envy-- but I'm not sure that I envy-- those for whom a biography could be written, or who could write their own. In these random impressions, and with no desire to be other than random, I indifferently narrate my factless autobiography, my lifeless history. These are my Confessions, and if in them I say nothing, it's because I have nothing to say.

- Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
translated by Richard Zenith