Quotes About Individuality

speak hard, steal the air.

As a writer, I demand the right to write any character in the world that I want to write. I demand the right to be them, I demand the right to think them and I demand the right to tell the truth as I see they are.

I'm an American, our names don't mean shit.

Though all men be equally frail before the world, the differences between them are terrifying." —

My name is Abe Marcus. Ned and I are identical twins. We look exactly alike. Even Ma and Pa can't tell us apart. But we don't act alike. I am the serious twin. Maybe it's because I am two minutes older.

would be funny if Mr. Piccolo resembled a piccolo, but he doesn't. Actually, he's quite round. More like a bass fiddle. He has a big pouch of a belly that stretches the oversized turtleneck sweaters he always wears. He has a round face, too. He's mostly bald and his scalp shines like a bowling ball. He wears square eyeglasses, which are always sliding down

I don't think you're weird, Ari." Destiny dropped down on the edge of the bed and picked up the Anne Rice book. "I think it's cool that you're into…stuff.

God made only one you and He threw the mold away.

Jealous? Maybe. No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.

What's your name?' she asked, and surprised herself. But for some reason, she wanted to know. Dean's brother—he hadn't been just some nameless Bad Guy Number Four. This vampire wasn't, either. He had a name, a history, maybe even people who cared what happened to him. 'My name is none of your business,' he said, and continued to stare out the window, even though there was nothing but blurry brick out there. 'Can I call you None for short?

I drink blood, you eat tacos, get the f*ck over it! -Michel Glass

I knew we'd wear them down,' Eve said. 'After all, we really are amazingly cool.' And now it was Eve's turn for the high five with Shane. 'For a bunch of misfit geeks, slackers, and losers.' 'Which one are you?' Shane asked. She flipped him off. 'Oh, right. Loser. Thanks for reminding me.

Morely: You're trying to make me [i]Amelie[/i] Oliver: Goodness, no. You'd look terrible in a skirt

Don't play his game. Play yours.

You look like a Goth factory exploded all over you! he called as she ran down the hall. Love you, too, jackass!

I am sorry my decisions do not meet with your approval, but nevertheless, they are mine, and the consequences are also mine.

I have permission to live off campus." She didn't say from whom, because it was primarily herself.

I don't matter here, Shane. I feel like I just don't matter. Stupid, right? No, he said. He sounded so gentle it broke her heart. It's how most people feel most of the time, Claire. You've grown up being special, and this is how most people live their lives...on their own, unnoticed. And they get used to that feeling. It's just new for you.

Me and normal have never really been on speaking terms.

We had this talk," she said. "You may be dead sexy, and I mean, like, really dead and really sexy, but you don't get to tell me what to do. Right? And no head-shrinker stuff, either, or I swear to God, I'll pack my shit and move!

Oh, try not to sound so much like Mom—you don't have the ovaries (Monica Morrell - Last Breath)

Take the back door, she said. Claire, you and your strang friend- Eve, they both said simultaneously, and Eve held out her fst for a bump. Or, you could call me Eve the Great, Mistress of All She Surveys. Eve for short.

Screw that, the questionn at hand is what's your major? Oded said. Because let me tell you right now, any answer other than World of Warcraft or Advanced Ninja Studies will not be accepted.

One should never create tension between one's footwear.