Quotes About Individuality

The way you wear your hat, The way you sip your tea, The mem'ry of all that -- No, no! They can't take that away from me!

I'd like to add her initial to my monogram...

Sex, yes; sexism, no.

I'm learning everyone has many layers...and one or two don't define us.

I had lived with Aunt Cordelia too long to enjoy being called "Julie, baby" or "Honeybun" or "Sugar." They were foolish in the first place and rather revoltingly sticky for someone who was strictly a high protein girl.

Don't belittle yourself or be ashamed of you who you are. That's your husband's job, and he does it so well.

everyone else in the world

You wore what you had the money to buy, and then, if anyone looked down his nose at you, you found a way to tweak that nose—again with the utmost style.

You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.

You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.

There are bars with women wearing shirts with stiff necks and ties and they are terribly proud to be perverts, as if that weren't something nobody can do anything about.

I so want to give him my notebook--I want to be a real person--he should read my book--I work for him, I cook for him, I'm Doris--Doris isn't just some piece of dirt. I don't want to be innocent, I want to be the real Doris here and not that silly civilized product of the Green Moss's imagination.

For you being human means being human and being a woman and being a worker and being everything, everything. Asking a lot? Each of us is asked only for what he can give. Woe betide us, if he doesn't give it all.

And they would laugh at me. The dress was all sticking out around me and it was dark green with a pattern of animals with long tongues on it--and all the kids were laughing at me. And now I'm wearing a fur coat, and I'm in Berlin! And I would throw rocks at them and swear to myself that I would not be the kind that is laughed at, but that I would do the laughing.

There's got to be someone for me, who's breathing Berlin. And he will have black hair and a bowtie of white silk

There are not many such as I on the road today, pleading passage, claiming the alms of roadside charity.

You were what you were and you are what you are. Fuck that regrets bullshit.

Mates are a waste of fucking time. They are always ready to drag you down tae their level of social, sexual and intellectual mediocrity.

There can't be much development of action or theme in such stories, but at least there is some. By contrast, in the short short the very idea of character seems to lose its significance, seems in fact to drop out of sight. We see human figures in a momentary flash. We see them in fleeting profile. We see them in archetypal climaxes which define their mode of existence. Situation tends to replace character, representative condition to replace individuality. ("Introduction")

Each of us has his own alphabet with which to create poetry.

Another cat? Perhaps. For love there is also a season; its seeds must be resown. But a family cat is not replaceable like a wornout coat or a set of tires. Each new kitten becomes its own cat, and none is repeated. I am four cats old, measuring out my life in friends that have succeeded but not replaced one another.

To be one's self, and unafraid whether right or wrong, is more admirable than the easy cowardice of surrender to conformity.

The standardized American is largely a myth created not least by Americans themselves.

She was at the age when she was starting to realize that her quirks weren't just an adolescent stage or a phase, they were who she was.