Quotes About Individuality

Everyone on this island wants something kept quiet. I want to roar

The girl is dressed in a flannel shirt, and I can't tell whether that's because she's trying to bring back the only fashion style of the past fifty years that hasn't been brought back or whether it's because the shirt is as damn comfortable as it looks.

He can sometimes act a bit loner-ish, but I think that's not because 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 am stronger than words and bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart.

That bitch should not be in a club like this. As if her language is not enough indication, there is also the matter of her Hot Topic mallrat outfit: short black leather skirt with buckles up the side, mass-produced "vintage" Ramones T-shirt, and piss-yellow leggings with some horrible pair of pink patent-leather shoes. She looks like a neon sign bumblebee by way of early Debbie Harry rip-off.

Maybe the simple diagnosis of either hetero or homo is misleading. Maybe there's just sexuality, and it's bendable and unpredictable, like a circus performer

People come to New York to be different

Then again. Maybe the simple diagnosis of either hetero or homo is misleading. Maybe there's just sexuality, and it's bendable and unpredictable, like a circus performer

I miss him a lot. And we text and talk all the time, so he never feels that far. But I'm also happy to have some distance, to feel that I'm becoming myself without having to worry if the relationship is exerting too much influence. It's good to have each other, but you also need to have your own people, your own experiences.

As if her language is not enough indication, there is also the matter of her Hot Topic mallrat outfit: short black leather skirt with buckles up the side, mass-produced "vintage" Ramones T-shirt, and piss-yellow leggings with some horrible pair of pink patent-leather shoes.

You can tell a lot about a person from the pages he or she chooses to journal on—I was strictly a college-ruled man myself, having no talent for illustration and a microscopic scrawl that made wide-ruled seem roomy.

love is love, attraction is what it is, and why should the arbitrary assignment of genital parts determine whether or not you want to be with a person?

Wearing a hijab is exactly what makes me a feminist. It's freedom of choice. My choice. It's a modesty that expresses humility and respect. It's a reminder of my community. It's a reminder to believe in myself and what I stand for. What's more feminist than that?

I feel like I know her. Really know her. And part of really knowing her is also knowing that I don't necessarily know her as well as I think I do. Which is okay. We should each have our own damn souls.

I reveled in solitude. If Lily wanted to believe there was a somebody out there just for her, I wanted to believe that I could be somebody in here just for me.

Dev's out to pierce the pierced, tattoo the tattooed, and have his way with the messy punk boys who came to our shows not knowing they'll end up wanting to mess around with the guy challenging How big is your cocker spaniel? into the mic.

I look forward to seeing more and more people willing to resist the direction the world is moving in, a direction where our personal experiences are irrelevant, that we are defective, that our communities are not important, that we are powerless, that our future is determined, and that the highest level of humanity is expressed through what we choose to buy at the mall.

I'm an ivy twined so long against a tower of strange design that I cannot now assume any other shape.

A woman may in some circumstances acquire what she desires without the protection of a man." She regarded Ester. "If you find a way to live as you wish, unnatural though it might be, you'll carry on your shoulders the weight of a thousand wives' wishes. Though aloud all may curse you as a very devil.

What sort of life is possible—with no ground beneath one's feet except the logic of one's own mind?

For is not life solitary, and every thinker lonely?

Yet to die alone would be honest. For is not life solitary, and every thinker lonely?

If you carry someone else's fears and live by someone else's values, you may find that you have lived their lives.

Everybody else is living my life and they are having far more fun than me.