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Identity in Never Let Me Go (A lot of times in the book there is sense of…

- - - - "I was talking to one of my donors a few days ago who was complaining about how memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don't go along with that. The memories I value most, I don't see them ever fading. I lost Ruth, then I lost Tommy, but I won't lose my memories of them."
        
        This is quote from Kathy near the end of the book after she heard that Tommy had completed. Memories can link to identity as they are what shapes a person and controls their actions. Kathy claims that precious memories never fade and so you never really lose sight of who you are.
- - - - "In fact, I hardly saw the contorted bodies, because I was focusing on the faces. Even in the little adverts for videos or whatever tucked away to the side, I checked each model's face before moving on."
      - "“Okay, there's no sense in it,” I said. “But we all do it, don't we? We all wonder about our model. After all, that's why we came out here today. We all do it.”"
      - Kathy relates her 'urges' to her 'possible' which is why she is caught by Tommy looking in porn mags for her possible.
        
        "“You weren't doing it for kicks. I could tell, just like I can now. It's your face, Kath. That time in Charley's room, you had a strange face. Like you were sad, maybe. And a bit scared."”
        
        "“But I still don't really get it, Kath,” he said eventually. “Even if what Ruth says is right, and I don't think it is, why are you looking through old porn mags for your possibles? Why would your model have to be one of those girls?"”
    - - "“Oh, I think they've got a friend there, someone who used to live here. That's not the point. The point is, they claim they saw this… person. Working there in this open-plan office. And, well, you know. They reckon this person's a possible. For me.""
      - "It wasn't obvious, but the longer we kept looking, the more it seemed he had something. The woman was around fifty, and had kept her figure pretty well. Her hair was darker than Ruth's–though it could have been dyed–and she had it tied back in a simple pony-tail the way Ruth usually did. She was laughing at something her friend in the red outfit was saying, and her face, especially when she was finishing her laugh with a shake of her head, had more than a hint of Ruth about it."