Quotes About Culture

He was a Comanche, first, last, and always. Yet she had come to him.

Why bother with me? Why not find yourself an Indian woman?" "It is you I want.

Why bother with me? Why not find yourself an Indian woman?" "It is you I want." He brushed his knuckles along the hollow of her cheek. "Your skin is moonlight. I am dark like night next to you." He slid his hand behind her neck and drew her toward him. "Sunshine in your hair, moonlight on your skin, this Comanche's bright one, no?

There are cultures on Earth that are more alien than some of the aliens in SF. More extensive quote: "the theme of immersion into different cultures comes naturally to science fiction, since a major theme of the genre is how humans interact with 'alien' cultures. Yet many of the so-called alien cultures of science fiction, particularly in its younger days, felt myopic, more like Western cultures even than other cultures on our own planet.

In France, everyone in the family has a job. The parent's role is to be the chief, and the children have the job of obeying their leader. French children are raised with this in mind, so there is much less debate and resistance.

Incredibly, for an American mom used to fast-changing parenting trends, French child-rearing techniques didn't seem to have changed all that much over the years.

Maybe it is from all of the processed foods in this country, or maybe it is hormones, but something odd happens to the American brain when we start to breed, and our weakness for stuff, stuff, and more stuff gets further inflated.

Here in the United States, the words "sleep training" are as controversial and brimming with emotion as "breast-feeding." Or

People will pay to see ugliness. It makes them feel human.

For some reason, we as a culture have adopted blame as a method we use to feel better about the choices we make, rather than taking responsibility for them.

I could not help but wonder, that night and later, why my father would even mention my marrying someone who came from a country that my mother so obviously disliked. I recall wondering that distinctly, while somehow missing the obvious connection that this boy was a prince and that I, the niece of a king, was a princess.

I was forced to realize how culturally laden, to the point of inadequacy, psychotherapy was for Danny. I now know how the famous Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung felt in 1925 after spending time with an Indigenous man: Jung was made aware, he said, of his "imprisonment in the cultural consciousness of the white man." Freud, along with all the other European founding fathers of psychotherapy, knew nearly nothing of Indigenous culture, and neither did I. But as my father used to say,

One of the Indigenous healers I consulted in the first year of the case had said to me, "An Indian has to be an Indian, or he's hollow." Thirty years later, in 2018, the Indigenous American writer Tommy Orange wrote in his novel There There, "It's important that he dress like an Indian, dance like an Indian, even if it is an act, even if he feels like a fraud the whole time, because the only way to be Indian in this world is to look and act like an Indian.

Over the next twenty years, other Indigenous patients of mine had similar animal spirit dreams—markedly different from the dreams of white people.)

To ask 'What should we do with our brain?' is above all to visualize the possibility of saying no to an afflicting economic, political, and mediatic culture that celebrates only the triumph of flexibility, blessing obedient individuals who have no greater merit than that of knowing how to bow their heads with a smile.

Changing the laws of a country is not the same as changing its hearts and minds.

Do you know that in France they take their dogs right into the restaurants with them? And last I heard, the French were not dropping like flies.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

No matter how mad, bad, and dangerous to know a civilization gets, unto every generation are born the lonely and the uncool, destined to forever stare into the candy-store window of their culture, and loneliness is the mother of ascension. Only the uncool have the requisite alone time to advance their species.

It is harder, usually, to find a person who wants to walk the streets of me, to taste the teas of my country, to... immigrate, you could say.

Morality is more dependent on the state of one's stomach than of one's nation.

In Yaichka [?????], they say a child draws her first breath through her ears, her second through her eyes, and her third through her mouth. . . . The first breath is for the mother, the second breath is for God, and the third breath is for the father. The breath through the mouth brings the most pleasure, and we forget immediately that we ever knew how to breathe any other way.

But I shall choose to remember you, and it would be nice if it went both ways. That's how it generally goes in my country." But does it? September thought. If a body is hurt, they try to forget the person who hurt them and never think about the pain again.