Quotes About Diversity

It won't work." Ogden shook his head. "Less than five percent of this country wants to raise the quotas." "But these are refugees, not immigrants." "These are Jews." "Not all.

Reg was black and Len was white, but together they were neither. Or rather, together they were both.

Nothing is inevitable; everything is tangential, particular—human.

I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.

These other peoples might hate Vienna or think they did, but Vienna could not of its intrinsic being hate them for she was made up of them.

One of the things that's great about New York is that it is not a one-industry town. It has education, academia, the service industry, arts, publishing, theater, politics, fashion, finance, as well as movie-making.

My world was the size of a crayon box, and it took every colour to draw her

India is the land of the profound and the profane; a place where spirituality and sanctimoniousness sit miles apart. I

Judaism or Islam or Sikhism. I can be a believer in something bigger than what I can touch. I can make a leap of faith to a higher power in a way that's appropriate to my culture but not be imprisoned by it.  

I realize I don't have to be a Christian who follows the church, or a Buddhist nun in robes, or a convert to Judaism

There truly are two kinds of people: you and everyone else.

Instead of pathologizing every human quirk, we should say, By the grace of this behavior, this individual has found it possible to continue .

There must be birds that sing or fly better or worse than other birds of their species; I've never noticed any. But the birds have.

The pair of us are like salt and sugar: such different flavors, but so close in every other way you could never sort us apart once we're together.

We're all crazy. What's your specific form of crazy?

There's a lid for every pot

In a world where extroverts were celebrated, she was an introvert.

Una única experiencia no es representativa de todas las demás.

They were not hired for their looks or their sophistication; the most competent ones specialized in puzzles, music, and foreign languages.

I wonder how it is that we are all connected despite our tremendous differences.

But don't we need to cross over? Is this not a moral imperative for art, but also for social discourse? Don't we need to imagine people different from ourselves, people whose experiences we can only imagine?

Indeed, being an artist is not just a job but an identity dependent on a broad range of extracurricular intelligences.

I have to agree with Artforum publisher Charles Guarino: "It's the place where I found the most kindred spirits—enough oddball, overeducated, anachronistic, anarchic people to make me happy." Finally,

Dig deep into its communitarian ethos and it reads more like an America that might have been, an America fervently devoted to the quaint goals of working together and getting along. Of course, this America does exist. It's called Canada.