Quotes About Authenticity

The problem is, if you never weep in public... well, the public assumes you never weep.

You are not a beautiful, unique snowflake... This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.

Rip yourself open. Tell me my life story before I die. Sew yourself shut.

The truth doesn't glitter and shine.

That's the worst aspect of being a writer: managing plausibility.

I don't want her falling in love with me as a voice on the phone while at the same time she's try­ing to ditch me as a re­al per­son.

It's just such a big commitment, Brandy says, being a girl, you know. Forever. Taking the hormones. For the rest of her life. The pills, the patches, the injections, for the rest of her life. And what if there was someone, just one person who would love her, who could make her life happy, just the way she was, without the hormones and make-up and the clothes and shoes and surgery? She has to at least look around the world a little.

Fuck me. I'm so tired of being me. Me beautiful. Me ugly. Blonde. Brunette. A million fucking fashion makeovers that only leave me trapped being me.

You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

The main thing I wor­ry about in pub­lic is maybe peo­ple can tell I'm a sur­vivor.

do not write to be liked. Write to be remembered.

After you've been to fight club, watching football on television is watching pornography when you could be having great sex.

Everything, including your set of hand-blown green glass dishes with the tiny bubbles and imperfections, little bits of sand, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard-working indigenous aboriginal people of wherever, well, these dishes all get blown out by the blast. Picture floor-to-ceiling drapes blown out and flaming to shreds in the hot wind.

This makeover would make piercings and tattoos and brandings look so lame, all those little fashion revolts so safe that they themselves only become fashionable. Those little paper tiger attempts to reject looking good that only end up reinforcing it.

Good news didn't seem real until you'd told at least a dozen friends.

Brandy says, "Don't you see? Because we're so trained to do life the right way. To not make mistakes." Brandy says, "I figure, the bigger the mistake looks, the better chance I'll have to break out and live a real life.

People don't practice their smiles nearly enough, so when they most need to look happy they're not fooling anyone.

I just don't want to die without a few scars, I say. It's nothing anymore to have a beautiful stock body. You see those cars that are completely stock cherry, right out of a dealer's showroom in 1955, I always think, what a waste.

You are not special. Your are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It's all giving you away. Everything is a self-potrait. Everything is a diary.

Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. This only looks like love.

Give me a voice. Flash. Give me a face.

The gyms you go to are crowded with guys trying to look like men, as if being a man means looking the way a sculptor or art director says. Like Tyler says, even a souffle looks pumped.

Nevertheless, here it is: my Hideous Admission. I'll fess up and come clean. I'm out of the closet. I'm dead. Now don't hold it against me.