



Authenticity draws us more than 'goodness'. We like people who are real more than those who hide their true selves under layers of artificial niceties
Authenticity is that which (wrongly) tends to be produced by removing objects and customs from their situation.
Authenticity is living out from out of the future and also living from out of the past. For those living authentically, the present takes care of itself.

Authenticity is wrongheadedly produced in museums by removing objects from their situations.

My son thought the baseball glove I got him was fake. I assured him it was legit a mitt
Authenticity is self-secure. Anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that one is living against one's own truth.
I just want people to accept me for who I pretend to be.

Authenticity is a prerequisite for love. Without being and remaining oneself, there is no love.