Quotes About Individuality

I think everyone's experience with a terminal disease is so deeply personal and unique to the person, the context in which they're living and the relationships that they have.

Not everyone has to get the same things all the time in order for life to be fair.

Almost every writer I know dreads the moment when someone tries to give you an idea. It's not that the ideas are bad, just that the relationship between writer and novel is so personal that it's a little like someone trying to play matchmaker for a happily married person.

Everyone cared what others thought, even those who were defiantly different. They cared more than anyone.

She was not a dog person. She was not a cat person, fish person, or horse person. On bad days, she was barely a people person. She ate meat, wore leather, and secretly coveted her mother's old mink.

acceptable. Some people were just weird. Now anyone who seems the least bit off has to have a label, a diagnosis, be "on the spectrum.

He had sometimes thought that if she had the option to be nothing but a brain in a jar, that would be fine with her.

She realized, somewhat belatedly, that he had not boiled his existence down to one quirk. Whoever he was, he didn't define himself as Walking Man. He had a life, a history. Perhaps a sad and gloomy one, based on these surroundings and his compulsive, constant hiking, but he was not, in his head or mirror, a man who did nothing but walk around North Baltimore.

I know there are lots of positives in the evolution of technology, but I also think it will be responsible for the end of a unique character, of a specific kind of geographical culture. The world is getting so small, and mass production is getting so big. Everything is in danger of becoming the same.

Tu' eres de dos mundos." He was wrong, of course. You can only belong to one world at a time.

Was it mad to at least try to live as one wished, or as clost to it as possible? This life is mine, seh would think sometimes. This life is mine because of good luck. And because I reached out and took it. -Cora

Louise? Oh, you would remember. She doesn't look like anyone else. Her hair is black like Myra's, but perfectly straight like an Oriental's, and she wears it in a Buster Brown.

Everyone has a talent, and gifts shouldn't be judged by their glory factor

You got to start thinking, and you've got to let go of the idea that you're something special to somebody, because none of us are, and if you don't, if you don't stop dreaming about that, you're going to end up all snap-snap-snapped to pieces.

I see that if you try to fit someone in a box, she might slip through the seams like water and become her own river.

Cuando tuvo ante sus ojos ese dedo sobrante que era objeto de asombro, no pensó ni por un momento que se tratara de un defecto; por el contrario, lo entendió como ganancia para ese ser venido al mundo con un pequeño don adicional. Sabía bien que toda rareza es prodigio y que todo prodigio trae su significado.

Quise saber si olía a alcanfor porque me parecía que habría quedado impregnado, como su progenitor. Pero sólo me olió a mí misma, a mi propia sangre ya a mi mismo olor.

People will think you brilliant only if you tell them what they know. To avoid being thought brilliant, avoid knowing what they know. Write to discover to yourself what you know. Anarchism is Not Enough

nothing is really important but being oneself

Do you have a girl? Where's your girl? Where's your girl?" "She's her own girl

I like to rub Twinkies under my arms.

Dalí painted melting clocks. I suppose if he'd asked around first, quizzed people if they wanted to see a picture of a melting clock, the answer might have been something obvious, like 'Clocks don't melt!' But, lucky for us, Salvador didn't care what anyone else thought. You use what moves you.

Who are you today?" her mom asked. "Isn't it obvious?" "Not to anyone over the age of seven." "I'm a ballerina-spy-deathmetalhead." "Lovely," said her mother.

tired of everyone believing they knew everything there was to know about him, as if a person never grew, a person never changed, a person was born a weird and dreamy little kid with too-red lips and stayed that way forever just to keep things simple for everyone else.