He did not recognize the person he saw there as himself. He thought that he had spotted a stranger in the mirror (…) .
He tried to remember himself as he had been before, but he found it difficult. He looked at this new Quinn and shrugged. It did not really matter. He had been one thing before, and now he was another. It was neither better nor worse. It was different, and that was all.
Paul Auster, City of Glass (The New York Trilogy)