Quotes About Diversity

mongrels . . . people who've bred back and forth with just about everybody and seem to enjoy it. You know . . . like Californians.

There isn't one America anymore. If there ever had been.

Growing up among cultural differences is already, or soon will be, the rule rather than the exception—even for those who never physically leave their home country.

Part of freedom is the right of each of us to go to hell in his own fashion.

most people need to believe in something. There are a few who don't, but they're a bit unusual.

see the Nimble Thief and the Man with Two Lives and the Blind Man, but I don't see the others. Where's the Dreadful Bear and the Knight Protector? The Horse Lord and the Bowman? And the ladies? Where are they—the Queen of the World and the Mother of the Race That Died?

I realized then that if I could teach my children only one or two basic principles, tolerance would be one of them.

Today, we think that each person must find his or her own way of being spiritual, something that is comfortable to that person; each spirituality is particular to each person.

Que todas as pessoas são iguais na sua secreta e silenciosa crença de que no fundo são diferentes de todas as outras.

American human beings are a slippery and protean bunch in real life, hard as hell to get any kind of universal handle on.

That everybody's sneeze sounds different.

Union of the Hideously and Improbably Deformed

peacocks of diverse idiosyncrasy

The thing is that there are obviously different ways to think about these kinds of situations.

For one, the college itself turned out to have a lot of moral hypocrisy about it, e.g., congratulating itself on its diversity and the leftist piety of its politics while in reality going about the business of preparing elite kids to enter elite professions and make a great deal of money, thus increasing the pool of prosperous alumni donors. Without anyone ever discussing it or even allowing themselves to be aware of it, the college was a veritable temple of Mammon.

The speech fascinated him. His ear caught the rhythm of it and he noted their idioms and worked some of them into his patter. He had found the reason behind the peculiar, drawling language of the old carny hands—it was a composite of all the sprawling regions of the country. A language which sounded Southern to Southerners, Western to Westerners. It was the talk of the soil and its drawl covered the agility of the brains that poured it out. It was a soothing, illiterate, earthy language.

The skulls of blacks, for instance, are denser, heavier, and smoother than the skulls of whites; that's one key reason there have been so few outstanding black Olympic swimmers: they have to work harder just to stay afloat. In

Oh, manifold is their kindred, and who shall tell them all? There are they that rule o'er men folk, and the stars that rise and fall." Sigurd the Volsung

Every man in the world is better than someone else and not as good as someone else.

I'm no Armenian. I'm an American. Well, the truth is I am both and neither. I love Armenia and I love America and I belong to both, but I am only this: an inhabitant of the earth, and so are you, whoever you are. I tried to forget Armenia but I couldn't do it.

To Armenians, half Armenians, quarter Armenians, and one-eight Armenians. Sixteen and thirty-second Armenians, and other winners, are likelier to be happy with a useful book

If I want to do anything, I want to speak a more universal language.

There is a small area of land in Asia Minor that is called Armenia, but it is not so. It is not Armenia. It is a place. There are only Armenians, and they inhabit the earth, not Armenia, since there is no Armenia. There is no America and there is no England, and no France, and no Italy. There is only the earth.

What my children appear to be on the surface is no matter to me. I am fooled neither by gracious manners nor by bad manners. I am interested in what is truly beneath each kind of manners…I want my children to be people– each one separate– each one special– each one a pleasant and exciting variation of all the others