Quotes About Diversity

At any rate the total number of persons at the table was not enormously larger than the number of categories, meaning that nearly everyone present was reacting in an altogether different way, and in most cases doing so rather strongly, leading to a pandemonium of fainting, screaming, knife waving, malicious glaring, furious remonstration, hand-clapping delight, dismay, judicious beard stroking, etc. to say nothing of secondary interactions, as when a knife waver collided with a screamer.

Birth and death, Chet said. The poles of human existence. We're like meridians, all beginning and ending in the same place. We spread out from the beginning and go our separate ways, over seas and mountains and islands and deserts, each telling our own story, as different as they could possibly be. But in the end we all converge and our ends are as much the same as our beginnings.

You have multiple core competencies with surprisingly minimal Venn.

Since most hackers are white males, their companies are disaster areas when it comes to diversity, and it follows that all of the diversity must be concentrated in the one or two employees who are not hackers.

To paraphrase Tolstoy, all rich places were alike, but each poor place was poor in its own way.

By nature, men are nearly alike; by practice, they get to be wide apart. —Confucius

But at last I came to understand that I was making it too complicated. For you, this is no mingling at all; for you the Book of Revelation, the ramblings of Hermes Trismegistus, and Principia Mathematica are all signatures torn from the same immense Book.

On the kitchen table a MakerBot was producing a small plastic part, watched intently by a young woman who was talking on her phone in a mix of English and Mandarin.

She was of West Indian ancestry, wearing her hair in finger-length dreadlocks that had adapted pretty well to zero gravity—better than white-people hair, for sure.

from a hundred to a hundred and fifty kilometers, depending on how fat you were and whether

These people cared about eternal truths. Believed that some—but not all—such truths were written down in a book. That their book was right and the others wrong. This much they had in common with most of the other people who had ever lived.

Finkle-McGraw began to develop an opinion that was to shape his political views in later years, namely, that while people were not genetically different, they were culturally as different as they could possibly be, and that some cultures were simply better than others. This was not a subjective value judgment, merely an observation that some cultures thrived and expanded while others failed. It was a view implicitly shared by nearly everyone but, in those days, never voiced.

Now, there was a time when we believed that what a human mind could accomplish was determined by genetic factors. Piffle, of course, but it looked convincing for many years, because distinctions between tribes were so evident. Now we understand that it's all cultural. That, after all, is what a culture is—a group of people who share in common certain acquired traits.

Another wonderful product from our sneaky little Jap friends." Intense movement and color blossomed on all six of the monitors. This crack about the Japanese

promiscuous reference frames.

Then he nodded at a work party of Hispanic men busy heaving shattered drywall and rolls of nasty old carpet into huge rolling bins for disposal. "And those guys are from the sidewalk in front of Home Depot. If my higher-ups knew . . ." He shook his head.

We change the script a little," Madame Ping said, "to allow for cultural differences. But the story never changes. There are many people and many tribes, but only so many stories.

I've posed this question myself. If the myth of the creator refers to the first single-celled, asexual being, how do we get to SEX?

He has passed into the realm of irrational things that you must simply accept, and in the Philippines this is a nearly infinite domain

Life's rich pageant. And all that," Randy says.

This was a bit like running into a clan of kilted Scotsmen in the middle of the Sahara Desert.

one (everything looks the same in America, there are no transitions now).

This was because Moira was of African descent, and Aïda had become fascinated by the idea that Africans carried more genetic diversity within their genomes than non-Africans, as a simple result of the fact that humanity had originated on that continent and spread outward.

I wanted to shout: one Far Side on the door does not an interesting person make.