Quotes About Individuality

Do not reduce me to an understanding. I am more than that.

Mediocrity wants to be your friend. Be unfriendly.

Rather than being guided by images of how to be, people need to attend to how they actually are and to respect this.

up. "The thing you have to understand about people," he says, "is that most of them suck, and you don't want to be like them anyway.

You think the things you like are just ordinary things, just part of your personality—fencing,

Who we are and who we are becoming is formed as much, if not more, by our unique way of responding.

Fenders are for cars. Leslie West Mountain

What he, the writer, is asking is impossible. Why should he expect this extraordinary being, the perfect critic (who does occasionally exist), why should there be anyone else who comprehends what he is trying to do? After all, there is only one person spinning that particular cocoon, only one person whose business it is to spin it.

The relativism which is not willing to speak about truth but only about "what is true for me" is an evasion of the serious business of living.

All humans are the same sex, except albinos.

There is no monument dedicated to the memory of a committee.

I am a woman : — tell me not of fame !

Nothing more indicates those tastes and habits which go so far towards both making and showing the character — as a person's sitting-room.

I'm aware that a film is different than a play, and that a film isn't going to be the filmed record of the play. It's its own separate entity, and I've come to peace with that.

If the family were a fruit, it would be an orange, a circle of sections, held together but separable — each segment distinct.

Everybody wanted to be the hero of their own story. Nobody wanted to be comic relief.

A key part of successfully being Julia, it seemed, was not giving a shit if you looked weird.

She was a person with her own hopes and feelings and history and nightmares. In her own way she was as lost as he was.

Some people need their families to become who they're supposed to be. And there's nothing wrong with that. But there are other ways to do it.

Don't take anyone's writing advice too seriously.

Alone in his room, he smiled at his secret greatness.

Sometimes you just wanted to show somebody your tits.

His hair—cut your fucking hair already, you're not Alan Rickman—was lank.

It was a worrying trend. Everybody else was deep into their own stories, and all the stories were woven together just beneath the surface into a web that included Plum. But what was Plum's story?