Quotes About Individuality

I'm a science nerd! Not a cheerleader. - Claire Danvers

In any group of people, no matter how hard-assed they might appear, there's always a geek.

He lives alone and makes his bed? Who does that?

You're always caring about strays and outcasts among us, myself included. You really are a very odd girl, you know; so little sense of what is good for you.

You've grown up being special, and this is how most people live their lives...alone. On their own. Undecided. And they get used to that feeling. It's just new for you.

No, no era una superheroína, pero era otra cosa. Era una persona... con recursos.

I'm as good a Catholic as you, Jess said. I just don't hold with making the world into copies of what I like.

Because when next we meet in your Christian heaven or my pagan afterlife, or some shadowy, hidden corner where those two may touch, I want to hear that you lived a long and happy life after me. That you did as you liked, and loved as you liked, and left the world shattered and empty in your wake.

His divine wisdom can kiss my common arse

I wonder if it was your father who made you think so little of yourself," Wolfe said, which was not at all what Jess expected. "Having met the man, I would believe it. But, Jess: don't believe what the demons whisper in the corners of your mind. We all have demons. You are not to be compared against any of the others, or against your own brother. You are yourself. And if I had not seen genius in you, I never would have kept you in the class. I don't coddle mediocrity.

I so want his wardrobe,' Eve sighed. 'Is that shallow, or just strange?' 'Don't sell yourself short. It's both.' Shane said.

Things happen. Things that physics and math and crap that gets measured in a lab can't explain. People aren't just laws and rules, Claire. They're... sparks. Sparks of something beautiful and huge. And some sparks glow brighter

I don't have any idea how to be a rogue." "First rule: more belts. Second rule: no more rules.

I am bigger than the box I'm in.

There's no such thing as a soulmate...and who would want there to be? I don't want half of a shared soul. I want my own damn soul.

I stand up from the table and wiggle my index finger at Nick. He'll never get it, but I borrow from Heathers as I leave him to follow Tris. A true friend's work is never done, I singsong. Bulimia is so '87, Heather, he answers. HOLY SHIT squared. I think I just had my first orgasm.

I'm liking that I can throw any kind of sentence at her without worrying it's too out there.

People come to New York to be different, but I go to Starbucks to be the same.

It still might be a shock. To realize you are just one story walking among millions.

I can be a badass DJ when I want, but I am also an insufferable music snob.

There's the usual suspects in there, Green Day and The Clash and The Smiths, yeah, but there's also Ella and Frank, even Dino, some Curtis Mayfield and Minor Threat and Dusty Springfield and Belle & Sebastian, and as I flip through his musical life, getting to know his tastes, I must acknowledge that not only am I not frigid, but I also may be multi-orgasmic.

Who's Jessie? My Yugo You have a name for your Yugo? Please don't tell me you're one of those guys who also names his dick. Unfortunately, I've yet to find the perfect name for mine, so it's in this netherworld of nameless identity right now.

He can act a bit loner-ish, but I think he's some serial killer waiting to happen; he's just his own best company sometimes. And he's comfortable with that. I guess there's nothing wrong with that.

I'm not that girl who randomly meets a guy one night and has her life change. I wear cords and flannel shirts. I don't have the killer body like Tris or Caroline. Sometimes I don't wash my hair for three days and sometimes I don't floss.