Quotes About Individuality

All of us invent ourselves. Some of us just have more imagination than others.

Mom, I am a rich man.

My mom said to me, 'You know, sweetheart, one day you should settle down and marry a rich man,' and I said, 'Mom, I am a rich man.

I've heard it said that God made all men, but Samuel Colt made all men equal. We'd see what Mr. Colt could do for a woman.

I can't place your accent." "Oh. I wasn't aware that I had one," I said coyly. I knew I didn't have one. I'd been in the Northwest long enough to have matched the bland diction that's so common there. Unless you want to argue that the absence of an accent is an accent in itself, in which case I'd have to kick you in the shins. And I can kick very hard.

I am short and plain and far too particular in my tastes to settle for any man desperate enough to pay me homage.

My mom is very Southern and she in real life says things like, 'If you've got it, flaunt it.'

Bad, quirky poetry might be better than some of the good stuff, because it really comes from the heart.

I didn't argue. Anybody who that drove a Hummer and carried a Glock, let alone had the audacity to wear white after Labor Day, wasn't to be trifled with.

You don't have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don't have to explain what your plan to do with your life. You don't have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards. You don't have to maintain an impeccable credit score. Anyone who expects you to do any of those things has no sense of history of economics or science or the arts.

I think it's neat you do what you want. Not enough chicks do that, if you ask me--just tell society and their expectations to go fuck themselves. If more women did that, we'd be better off.

I never got to be in the driver's seat of my own life," she'd wept to me once, in the days after she learned she was going to die. "I always did what someone else wanted me to do. I've always been someone's daughter or mother or wife. I've never just been me." "Oh, Mom," was all I could say as I stroked her hand. I was too young to say anything else.

You get to define the terms of your life.

Stop worrying about whether you're fat. You're not fat. Or rather, you're sometimes a little bit fat, but who gives a shit? There is nothing more boring and fruitless than a woman lamenting the fact that her stomach is round. Feed yourself. Literally. The sort of people worthy of your love will love you more for this, sweet pea.

The particularity of our problems can be made bearable only through the recognition of our universal humanity. We suffer uniquely, but we survive the same way.

I'm just giving you shit. I think it's neat you do what you want. Not enough chicks do that, if you ask me—just tell society and their expectations to go fuck themselves. If more women did that, we'd be better off.

I always did what someone else wanted me to do. I've always been someone's daughter or mother or wife. I've never just been me.

You don't have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don't have to explain what you plan to do with your life. You don't have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards.

I think I cry because it always strikes me as sacred, all those people going by. People who decided simply to live their truth, even when doing so wasn't simple. Each and every one of them had the courage to say, This is who I am even if you'll crucify me. Just like Jesus did.

Not enough chicks do that, if you ask me—just tell society and their expectations to go fuck themselves.

clothing that placed them somewhere along the hippy/anarchist/punk rock/funked-out artist continuum.

I never got to be in the driver's seat of my own life. I always did what someone else wanted me to do. I've always been someone's daughter or mother or wife. I've never just been me.

Each and every one of them had the courage to say, This is who I am even if you'll crucify me for it.

The Awakening, by Kate Chopin, and The Optimist's Daughter, by Eudora Welty.