Quotes About Individuality

Who was I now—woman or man? That question could never be answered as long as those were the only choices; it could never be answered if it had to be asked.

You're more than just neither, honey. There's other ways to be than either-or. It's not so simple. Otherwise there wouldn't be so many people who don't fit.

I remembered what it was like to walk a gauntlet of strangers who stare—their eyes angry, confused, intrigued. Woman or man: they are outraged that I confuse them. The punishment will follow. The only recognition I can find in their eyes is that I am "other." I am different. I will always be different. I will never be able to nestle my skin against the comfort of sameness.

More exists among human beings than can be answered by the simplistic question I'm hit with every day of my life: Are you a man or a woman?

Oh, Ruth. I wish we had our own words to describe ourselves, to connect us." Ruth stood up and opened the broiler. "I don't need another label," she sighed. "I just am what I am. I call myself Ruth. My mother is Ruth Anne; my grandmother was Anne. That's who I am. That's where I come from." I shrugged. "I don't want another label either. I just wish we had words so pretty we'd go out of our way to say them out loud.

Each of us is full of shit in our own special way. We are all shitty little snowflakes dancing in the universe.

Americans continue to rapidly homogenize ourselves into a neutered oblivion. For a country founded on the protection of the unique, we relish our sameness.

We are all shitty little snowflakes dancing in the universe.

Each of us is full of shit in our own special way. We're all shitty little snowflakes, dancing in the universe.

Do you suppose she's a wildflower?

I can't explain MYSELF, I'm afraid, sir" said Alice, "because, I'm not myself you see.

I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir,' said Alice, 'Because I'm not myself you see.

Speak in French when you can't think of the English for a thing-- turn your toes out when you walk--- And remember who you are!

You're mad, bonkers, completely off your head. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are.

I'm not crazy. My reality is just different than yours.

Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up; if not, I'll stay down here till I'm someone else.

But it's no use now, thought poor Alice, to pretend to be two people! Why, there's hardly enough of me left to make one respectable person!

You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret: All the best people are.

Mad Hatter: Am I going mad? Alice: Yes, you're mad, bonkers, off the top of your head...but...I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are.

Why, there's hardly enough of me left to make ONE respectable person!

I am not crazy, my reality is just different from yours.-Cheshire Cat

We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad. [...] You must be, or you wouldn't be here.

Must a name mean something? Alice asked doubtfully. Of course it must, Humpty Dumpty said with a short laugh; my name means the shape I am - and a good handsome shape it is, too. With a name like yours, you might be any shape, almost.

It's done by everyone minding their own business