Quotes About Individuality

I like that the art world isn't regulated.

The giant white cube is now impeding rather than enhancing the rhythms of art. It preprograms a viewer's journey, shifts the emphasis from process to product, and lacks individuality and openness. It's not that art should be seen only in rutty bombed-out environments, but it should seem alive.

Many art-worlders have an if-you-say-so approach to art: Everyone is so scared of missing out on the next hot artist that it's never clear whether people are liking work because they like it or because other people do. Everyone is keeping up with the Joneses, and there are more Joneses than ever.

Everyone goes to the same exhibitions and the same parties, stays in the same handful of hotels, eats at the same no-star restaurants, and has almost the same opinions. I adore the art world, but this is copycat behavior in a sphere that prides itself on independent thinking.

The whole object of comedy is to be yourself and the closer you get to that, the funnier you will be.

Where lipstick is concerned, the important thing is not color, but to accept God's final word on where your lips end.

I don't wanna be a Pirate!!!!

Do not follow me! Let's just be fabulously where we are and who we are. You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tommorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies!

When a stargirl cries, she sheds not tears but light.

Do not follow me! Let's just be fabulously where we are and who we are. You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tommorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies!

Why fit in when you're born to stand out?

Every name is real. That's the nature of names.

You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tomorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies! Love and Love and Love Again, Stargirl.

Half the reason I turned into a writer is you didn't have to show up anywhere. You could work naked.

Creativity is the opposite of TV.

Let me tell you something. Boring women get a bad rap. There's a lot to be said for boring women.

It mattered little if one was mute; people did not understand one another anyway. They collided with or charmed one another, hugged or trampled one another, but everyone knew only himself. His emotions, memory, and senses divided him from others as effectively as thick reeds screen the mainstream from the muddy bank. Like the mountain peaks around us, we looked at one another, separated by valleys, too high to stay unnoticed, too low to touch the heavens.

All cats are the same in the dark, says the proverb. But it certainly did not apply to people, with them it was just the opposite. During the day they were all alike, running in their well-defined ways. At night they changed beyond recognition.

Que letra tan fea! Dijo papá un día disgustado. En todo caso, el único que podía leer aquellos poemas era yo, esa era mi intensión.

Last night I was seriously considering whether I was a bisexual or not but I don't think so though I'm not sure if I'd like to be and argh I don't think there's anything wrong with that, if you like a person, you like the person, not their genitals.

children are not things to be molded, but are people to be unfolded.

Children are not tings to be molded, but are people to be unfolded.

in the future, you might not want to wear so much makeup. You don't want to attract the wrong kind of attention." Maureen's shoulders tightened. "Why don't you tell them to stop looking instead of us to stop shining?

Evie had swallowed that like it belonged to her and went right back to whatever she was working on. Then, later that day, I was walking behind her as she told a fifth grader in outdated bell-bottoms that he wore them with "a flair and a flourish" all his own. I liked that a whole lot about Evie, how she passed on her treasures.