Quotes About Authenticity

This is the big hammy way Brandy has played her whole life. The Brandy Alexander nonstop continuous live action theater, but less and less live by the moment.

I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I'm free in all the ways that you are not.

What do you get yourself into every weekend?" 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.

It is okay to cry, as long as you fake it.

sticking feathers up your butt,Tyler says,does not make you a chicken

Miss Rona says the only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.

Power meant Jamal not having to present himself as an imperfect copy of someone he'd never wanted to be in the first place.

You are not your job, you're not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.

It wasn't only the boosted experiences that bothered Rant. It was dipshit kids done up as soldiers and princesses and witches. Eating cake flavored with artificial vanilla. Celebrating a harvest that didn't occur anymore. Fruit punch that came from a factory. A ritual to placate ghosts, or whatever bullshit Halloween does, practiced by people who had no awareness of that. What bothered Rant was the fake, bullshit nature of everything.

I went through my life thinking that everyone else was better than I was and that I was always trailing behind, trying to be like them. But now I know that I'm just me and they're gonna have to deal with that.

Worry more about being a COOL HUMAN meeting other COOL HUMANS. - Chuck Wendig. To that end, Hello, said the cool human to all the others.

Together, they placed Trigger in a case all its own, clearing out the gold records that hung there. ("Gold records are bullshit," Pete said, throwing them behind them in a pile. They clattered as they fell—not the sound of metal against metal, but the sound of garbage against garbage. "Disposable. Not even real gold. Just some cheap shit vinyl they spray-paint.")

Claudia's monotone had…softened. Emotions were now threaded through her voice, tying together her words. Were these emotions real? Or were they made up?

Be, rather than seem

To be rather than to seem.

primam esse historiae legem, ne quid falsi dicere audeat, n quid veri non audeat - Historiju trebamo poznavati kako ne bi govorili neistinu i kako imali hrabrosti za istinu

It takes courage to create,' he said. 'People are afraid of embarrassing themselves by not being good enough.' Or maybe even by showing who they really are.

I'd spent so many years doing things I didn't really want to do for people I didn't really like.

who I am in my head, very few people really get to see that. Almost none. It's the most precious gift I can give, to bring her out of hiding. Maybe I've learned it's a mistake to reveal her at all.

Don't ever let anyone tell you that the imaginary is equivalent to the real: your skin, your vast breathing skin, will insist otherwise.

It was supposed to say Great Artist on my tombstone, but if I died right now it would say such a good teacher/daughter/friend instead; and what I really want to shout, and want in big letters on that grave, too, is FUCK YOU ALL.

It doesn't ever occur to you, as you fashion your mask so carefully, that it will grow into your skin and graft itself, come to seem irremovable.

It was supposed to say "Great Artist" on my tombstone, but if I died right now it would say "such a good teacher/?daughter/?friend" instead; and what I really want to shout, and want in big letters on that grave, too, is FUCK YOU ALL.

It was supposed to say Great Artist on my tombstone, but if I died right now it would say such a good teacher/daughter/friend instead; and what I really want to shout, and want in big letters on that grave, too, is F*** YOU ALL.