Quotes About Individuality

Do you feel you should walk the same path because so many have walked it before you came

She is not a cookie. Neither is she a biscuit, a PopTart, Sweet TART, apple tart, or any other kind of pastry. She is my apprentice.

Children are a precious gift, but they belong to no one but themselves.

Names are unique sounds and cadences of words that are attached to one specific individual-sort of like a kind of theme music.

He sees the color blue," the etherealist said. "But his color blue. Not yours.

Screw up my life?" He stared at me for a second and then said, deadpan, "I'm a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cleaners so that he can play in a one-man polka band at Oktoberfest tomorrow." He pushed up his glasses with his forefinger, folded his arms, and said, "Do your worst.

Uh," I said, feeling somewhat off balance. "What do I think of gay guys?" "Yes." "Boink and let boink, more or less.

the end of the day, people have to be who they are. If you try to take that from them, you diminish them. You reduce them to children, unable to make decisions for themselves. There's no way to poison your relationship with someone else faster.

You may pretend you are like them. But you are not.

And just because I don't go to bed with everything with a vagina doesn't mean I'm repressed.

purple is my favorite color that isn't black, and

Everyone dies alone. That's what it is. It's a door. It's one person wide. When you go through it, you do it alone.

There is but one reality, that is true -- but the two of you experience it in slightly different ways. The older you get, I should think, the more you will come to understand that the universe is very much a looking glass, Miss Lancaster.

What's that all about?" "Don't ask me," I told her. "I'm gay now.

What do we have left?" "Persons," I said quietly. "I don't understand," Susan said. "As a whole, people suck," I replied. "But a person can be extraordinary.

Mister Dresden. What happened to your face?" "It's always like this," I said. "I forgot to put on my makeup today.

It isn't enough to stand up and fight darkness. You've got to stand apart from it, too. You've got to be different from it.

Let he who hath never worn parachute pants cast the first stone.

I finally understood that death and numbers don't cohere. Everyone is 'one.' An accident report might say that nine died, four of them in their teens, but each death was 'one.' Each of six million Jews was 'one.' With death it is a series of 'ones.

I never met a normal person and neither have you.

Here's some simple advice: Always be yourself. Never take yourself to seriously. And beware of advice from experts, pigs, and members of Parliament.

Some people blamed his oddities on his dyslexia, which was so severe that one giddy pediatrician called it a gift: While he might never learn how to spell or read better than the average fourth grader, he'd always see things the rest of us couldn't.

When others demand that we become the people they want us to be, they force us to destroy the person we really are. It's a subtle kind of murder ... the most loving parents and relatives commit this murder with smiles on their faces.

Nobody would stay interested in me if I was normal