Quotes About Individuality

Fashion is what you're offered four times a year by designers. And style is what you choose.

Being an author of banned books is cool, I've decided.

I live in my own little world. But its ok, they know me here.

Prancing around with marshmallowss on your nipples does *not* constitute living your life fully!

They're not chicks. They're ducks.

And they all have pretty children, And the children go to school, And the children to go summer camp, And then to the university, Where they are put in bozes And they come out all the same. - Malvina Reynolds

I was just teasing," I say. "I myself don't like to eat plain butter, but hey, it's a free world.

I hadn't been "possessed", after all. Not by an angel or a demon. Maybe there were aspects of both inside me, but I was the one who chose which to let out.

I scowled. I could resist it all I wanted, but I did understand what he was trying to explain. How sometimes he pieces of who you thought you were didn't add up to who you really were, like with me not standing up for Patrick when he wore those pants.

Except I do care about being pretty. Der. I don't think there's a single person in the world who doesn't care about being pretty. Any female, at any rate.

All I knew now was that nothing lasted forever, not even a friendship, and that being "different" felt the same as being alone.

no means no, u weirdo stalkerhead!

I feel like a three-dimensional girl in a two-dimensional world.

You're allowed to have thoughts, she reminded herself. Just because others might scoff, that doesn't mean you won't anymore.

I am Winnie's pee! I thought. Hear me roar! It was times like these when I wondered if everyone really was as strange as I was, or if I was just a special case.

the window was down and my music was blasting and i was like, i am the sun on my skin. i am the clouds in the sky. i'm everything i've ever seen or done or felt or heard, and one day i will be gone.

yeah. his name was Bill,

Roby thought he should get "dibs" on Natalia because he claimed her first, that's what he was arguing. I'm not convinced it works that way. Natalia has dibs on herself, that's what I think.

it's your birthright to be snarky. Own it. Live it. Rejoice in it.

I'd rather die my way than live yours.

It's not my fault I can't be like you, okay? I don't get up in the morning thinking the world is one big, shiny, happy place, okay? That's just not how I work. I don't think I can be fixed.

Sometimes, in the movie theater or the supermarket, I look around at people who I suppose live their lives without a chemical crutch, and they amaze me.

Apparently, this girl is made from me. She comes from me. She has half my genes, half my toxins, half my talents, she is in me. What of me will she shed, what will she find herself tacked to?

All the same, all different. What was it?