Quotes About Individuality

Quería trabajar y vivir sola. Eso me convirtió en sexualmente sospechosa. Después deseé tener un hijo sin que para ello tuviera que compartir mi cuerpo ni mi vida. También eso me convirtió en sexualmente sospechosa.

Hago lo que quiero - afirmó Garp -. No le pongas otro nombre. Sólo hago lo que me da la gana... y eso es precisamente lo que hizo mi madre toda su vida, o sea lo que quería hacer.

Adam, we can't make being safe the guiding principle of our lives. We have to be who we are—we can only do what we do, sweetie.

Hello, my name is Beth. I'm an Ellen Jamesian. And Garp would give her this: Hello, my name is Garp. I have a broken jaw.

That's why I hate them. They force you to be like them—or else you're their enemy.

I'm not an anti-feminist! Of course you're not, Garp told her. They make everything so black and white. Of course they do, said Garp. That's why I hate them. They force you to be like them - or else you're their enemy. Yes, yes, Garp said. I wish I could talk.

Everyone has a history, Jack.

What do they expect of a one-eyed, one-armed artist-- and the son of Garp? No flaws?

The galaxy is full of creatures that are nothing like us at all. We can try to understand them, and we should. But even if we acccept that they're doing what comes naturally, one is not beholden to comply when the sarlacc asks for dinner.--Ben Kenobi

In passing however I must say of one thing that has pressed upon me lately and encreased my Humility and capability of submission and that is this truth - Men of Genius are great as certain ethereal Chemicals operating on the Mass of neutral intellect - but they have not any individuality, any determined Character - I would call the top and head of those who have a proper self Men of Power.

I feel confident I should have been a rebel Angel had the opportunity been mine.

To be thrown among people who care not for you, with whom you have no sympathies[-] [it] forces the Mind upon its own resources, and leaves it free to make its speculations [on] the differences of human character and to class them with the calmness of a Botanist...

I am an anachronism. People realize this and resent it.

They would try to make me into a moron who liked television and new cars and frozen food. Don't you understand? Psychiatry is worse than communism. I refuse to be brainwashed. I won't be a robot!

Too long have I confined myself in Miltonic isolation and meditation. It is clearly time for me to step boldly into our society, not in the boring, passive manner of the Myrna Minkoff school of social action, but with great style and zest.

The only problem that those people have anyway is that they don't like new cars and hair sprays. That's why they are put away. They make the other members of the society fearful. Every asylum in this nation is filled with poor souls who simply cannot stand lanolin, cellophane, plastic, television, and subdivisions.

On the prow of the wagon, in an attempt to attract business among the Quarterites, Ignatius taped a sheet of Big Chief paper on which he had printed in crayon: TWELVE INCHES (12) OF PARADISE. So far no one had responded to its message.

Oh my God! You're wearing your bowling shoes! Only you would wear bowling shoes to your child's sickbed.

Oh, my God! Ignatius mumbled, looking at the austere little calling card. You can't really be named Dorian Greene. Yes, isn't that wild? Dorian asked languidly. If I told you my real name, you'd never speak to me again. It's so common I could die just thinking of it. I was born on a wheat farm in Nebraska. You can take it from there.

To you character is a psychosis. Integrity is a complex.

the tight trousers that bulged offensively in the crotch in violation of all rules of theology and geometry.

The outfit was acceptable by any theological and geometrical standards, however abstruse, and suggested a rich inner life.

I simply await the day that they drag me to some air-conditioned dungeon and leave me there beneath the fluorescent lights and soundproofed ceiling to pay the price for scorning all that they hold dear within their little latex hearts.

people who eschew the insipid philosophy of the middle class, people who are willing to assume controversial positions, to follow their cause, however unpopular it may be, however it may threaten the smugness of the middle class.