Quotes About Individuality

I had a lot of fears that the universe would discover just how different I was from it.

Non turbare la tua pace interiore, niente è giusto o sbagliato, non si vince né si perde. Esistono solo gli individui e ognuno di essi è solo. Completamente solo! Impara a essere solo, guarda gli uccelli, volano ma non parlano a nessuno del loro volo né si preoccupano di conservarne il ricordo per raccontarlo in futuro. ... Lascia che la tua vita rimanga un segreto perché è segreta

That's because you're a highly moral person. I'm not. I don't judge, not even myself.

When he looked up, Silvia was standing in front of him. Her arms were folded and she gazed vacantly past him. A bright yellow pencil was behind her ear. Her brown hair was tied back in a hard bun. At the corner others were sitting, other Silvias, dishes in front of them, half dozing or eating, some of them reading. Each the same as the next, except for their clothing.

Im not much but im all I have - Martian Time-Slip

A man can be defined as an animal that carries a pocket handkerchief

She was a redhead and he liked redheads; they were either outrageously ugly or almost supernaturally attractive

Nella tua mente c'è qualcosa che nessun altro ha. Ma non si tratta di precognizione. Di cosa allora? Hai senso dell'umorismo fu la risposta di Gretchen.

What does it mean, to die? he wondered. Uniqueness always perishes. Nature works by overproducing each species; uniqueness is a fault, a failure of nature. For survival there should be hundreds, thousands, even millions of one species, all interchangeable—if all but one dies, then nature has won. Generally it loses. But himself. I am unique, he realized. So I am doomed, Every man is unique and hence doomed. A melancholy thought.

Let people call me crazy; fuck them.

You're a function of an impersonal cultural totality.

O s? cred ce vreau eu s? cred, iar tu crezi ce vrei. De acord?

No two things were the same ever. No two stones, mice, drops of water, snowflakes. What did they call it? Nominalism. Perhaps it applied to people, to the same person at different times. There was no same person.

Mankind's lot, Cartwright observed, hadn't changed much, of late. The Classification system, the elaborate Quizzes, hadn't done most people any good. The unks, the unclassified, remained.

I'm not in the novel, I am the novel

cuando se crea algo, adquiere vida propia y deja de pertenecer al creador que la ha moldeado y dirigido según sus deseos.

Bütün hayat birdir; 'kimse bir ada deÄŸildir,' Shakespeare'in eski zamanlarda söylediÄŸi gibi.

The thing about rabbits, sir, is that everybody has one. I'd like to see you step up to the goat-class where I feel you belong. Frankly you look more like a goat man to me.

Poetry is nobody's business except the poet's, and everybody else can fuck off.

Originality is being different from oneself, not others.

Uncontradicting solitude Supports me on its giant palm; And like a sea-anemone Or simple snail, there cautiously Unfolds, emerges, what I am.

But suppose your dæmon settles in a shape you don't like? Well, then, you're discontented, en't you? There's plenty of folk as'd like to have a lion as a dæmon and they end up with a poodle. And till they learn to be satisfied with what they are, they're going to be fretful about it. Waste of feeling, that is. But it didn't seem to Lyra that she would ever grow up.

If you want to write anything that works, you have to go with the grain of your talent, not against it. If your talent is inert and sullen in the face of business or politics...but takes fire at the thought of ghosts and vampires and witches and demons then feed the flames, feed the flames.

That's what you are. Argue with anything else, but don't argue with your own nature.