Quotes About Diversity

Reading is a life-long collision with minds not like your own.

I reassured myself as best I could. The minister was a man, but he wore a skirt, so that made him special. There must be others, but were there enough? That was the worry. There were a lot of women, and most of them got married. If they couldn't marry each other, and I didn't think they could, because of having babies, some of them would inevitably have to marry beasts.

The English are serial racists--one group gets accepted, another group becomes the scapegoat.

When you dig under the surface, past the necessities, men and women don't mix.

Everyone knows a homosexual is no closer to being a woman than a rhinoceros.

Our only hope has always been that the hate-filled old white guys die off and young people are more progressive.

So, Ryan, back to my Economy model. In motor-vehicle parlance, she's the cloth-seats and plastic-steering-wheel version. But she gets you from A to B. This model comes only in white. My sister-in-law's a lovely black woman from Jamaica and she said to me, she said, Ron! Don't you dare do an Economy black woman. And I love women, I do, and I thought, yeah, show respect. Also, Bridget would knock the shit out of me.

Shakespeare shook his head and sunk his chin into his ruff, making him look more owl-like than ever. "I have written about other worlds often enough. I have said what I can say. There are many kinds of reality. This is but one kind.

Heterosexual choice is allowed to be the background of a writer's life; its wallpaper. So is maleness. And whiteness. Step out of that and you will be called a feminist writer, a lesbian writer, a gay writer, a woman writer. A black writer. You will never be called a heterosexual writer or a male writer or a white writer. Those signifiers are absorbed into the single word 'writer'.

Hay quien se cría en una colina y quien se cría en el valle. La mayoria lo hace en el llano. Yo vine a la vida inclinada, y así es como he vivido desde entonces.

I may be no better, but at least I am different.

La liberté n'étant pas un fruit de tous les climats n'est pas à la portée de tous les peuples.

veo un animal menos fuerte que unos, menos ágil que otros, pero, en conjunto, el más ventajosamente organizado de todos;

Votre Dieu n'est pas le nôtre, dirais-je à ses sectateurs. Celui qui commence par se choisir un seul peuple et proscrire le reste du genre humain, n'est pas le père commun des hommes ; celui qui destine au supplice éternel le plus grand nombre de ses créatures n'est pas le Dieu clément et bon que ma raison m'a montré.

clearly not all these people who said that God spoke to them heard the same thing. All the fighting nations said God was on their side. How could God be on everyone's side?

You cannot deport 110,000 people unless you have stopped seeing individuals.

All seasons have something to offer

Brian told Mom we needed to keep Maureen away from those nutty Pentecostals, but Mom said we all came to religion in our own individual ways and we each need to respect the religious practices of others, seeing as it was up to every human being to find his or her own way to heaven.

The baby went without a name for weeks. Mom said she wanted to study it first, the way she would the subject of a painting. We had a lot of arguments over what the name should be. I wanted to call her Rosita, after the prettiest girl in my class, but Mom said the name was too Mexican. I thought we weren't supposed to be prejudiced, I said. It's not being prejudiced, Mom said. It's a matter of accuracy in labeling.

We each needed to respect the religious practices of others, seeing as it was up to every human being to find his or her own way to heaven

Thing is," she continues, "Seymour can be with women. But he"—she searches for the right words—"he'd rather be with men.

Je vous demande alors de conserver à l'esprit cette phrase toute simple que je tiens de mon père et qu'il utilisait pour minorer les fautes de chacun : "Tous les hommes n'habitent pas le monde de la même façon.

the diversity of things, their individuality, were only an appearance, a veneer. This veneer had melted, leaving soft, monstrous masses, all in disorder—naked, in a frightful, obscene nakedness.

I can't explain what I see. To anyone. There: I am quietly slipping into the water's depths, towards fear. I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven's name, why is it so important to think the same things all together.