Quotes About Authenticity

To photograph people is to obligate them in some way to face things they weren't expecting to. You take them off their path, away from their plans, from their everyday routine. Sometimes it's also forcing them to die.

If a girl starts out all casual with a guy and she doesn't tell him that she wants a relationship, it will never become a relationship. If you give the guy the impression that casual is okay with you, that's all he'll ever want. Be straight with him from the start. If he gets scared and runs away, he wasn't right for you.

Was insanity just a matter of dropping the act?

Was everybody seeing this stuff and acting as though they weren't? Was insanity just a matter of dropping the act?

He doesn't seem to have a private life, only a secret life which appears to overlap and even be a part of his work life.

I have been telling a lot of lies lately.

Like most people who are anecdotal, he told me nothing. He revealed nothing about himself. He talked a lot, but he only told me what he wanted me to know. Which wasn't much.

I don't care what you do," Malloy said to me, "you can do anything you want, but if you ever tell anyone I eat frozen diet dinners, I'll kill you.

Everyone there seemed to need an audience to be a version of themselves they were happy with,

May we never again read about Dark Ages peasants eating tomatoes; unbelievably plucky/feisty liberated medieval heroines with names like Dominique; 18th-century travelers crossing Europe or the Atlantic in a week; slang that's sixty years ahead of its time and many, many other such common anachronisms of fact and attitude...

Sex is one of the few honest places inside us; it doesn't know how to lie, even if we change the story for the public.

I knew myself right down to the blood and the bone and the breath that were singing there loud and clear and wild in the wind.

Tune In to What Turns You On. "This is often very poignant," says Karen, "because a lot of women say, 'I don't know.' It is very frightening for them. They don't know if they care about anything.

Deck, I slept with this guy," Tracy said. "No you didn't," he said quietly. "You slept with Michael. Who turned out to not be real. That's what you should be upset about. That your perfect man was an act." She had to smile at that. "Perfect, except for the part where he moved to Maine. That sucked." He smiled, too. "Perfection's overrated, anyway. If he was real, you'd've been bored in a month. No one to argue with.

You know, I can always tell when you're not really angry, because you get loud and you swear a lot. When the anger's real, you're quiet and it's way more scary.

We star-crossed lovers of District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek our fans' favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses. We are unforgiving. And I love it. Getting to be myself at last.

Not like this. He wanted it to be real.

The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.

I thought he wanted it, anyway," I say. "Not like this," Haymitch says. "He wanted it to be real.

Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around.

Only.. I want to do die as myself

We each get fifteen minutes before the Gamemakers to amaze them with our skills, but I don't know what any of us might have to show them. There's a lot of kidding about it at lunch. What we might do. Sing, dance, strip, tell jokes. Mags, who i can understand a little better now, decides she's just going to take a nap.

But more words tumble out. 'You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.' Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

I just don't want them to change me, if I'm going to die I still want to be me.