Quotes About Otherness

There has to be an "us" because now there is "them".

if it never happened to you, not ever, you would be like a mutant, a creature from outer space. Everyone knew that.

Suddenly she hated them all because they were different from her, because they carried their losses with an air that she could never attain, would never wish to attain. She hated them, these smiling, light-footed strangers, these proud fools who took pride in something they had lost, seeming to be proud that they had lost it.

I crossed the street. The snow felt rather good, but then I'm a monster.

The world was one thing, but all people are not of it. Some are better than it, apart from it, more splendid, untouchable and pure.

I saw him in human guise, dancing for humans, as if he were one of them. I smiled in my sleep, as I saw the modern world enfold him, unbelieving, amused, and dancing to his own rhythms.

How alien all humans seemed, and how hopeless their plight. Cursed as he was, he could not die, but death was breathing on all of them.

How can you be ashamed of such things? You're a strange creature, very gentle, I think, and out of kilter with your own time.

like alien creatures, not human at all, not like the self in the mirror. Not like the shadow self waiting somewhere, somewhere behind veils to come to her.

For making Adron human again. It's been a long time. (Tiernan) Screw you, Tier. (Adron) Yeah, bro, since when was Adron ever human? More like a festering subspecies of some kind. You know. Like a pimple on the ass of a warthog. (Taryn)

On some other planet in some other time zone, there are intelligent beings who feel very much alone. On some other planet one that we can't see, there must be one person who's a duplicate of me. John Rice

The galaxy is full of creatures that are nothing like us at all. We can try to understand them, and we should. But even if we accept that they're doing what comes naturally, one is not beholden to comply when the sarlacc asks for dinner.

As I got older, I realised that people saw me as other things - sometimes Korean, sometimes Japanese, sometimes just Asian. When my family moved to a more affluent white neighbourhood, I started to see myself as 'other', this amorphous category. I didn't even know what 'not other' was, but I knew I wasn't it; I wasn't what was normal.

His horrible, unique, and repulsive ugliness put him beyond the pale of humanity, and it had often been apparent to me that for this reason he no longer felt he had any obligations to the human race.

Sometimes I wonder where I am from. I am either way ahead or I come from another world. I don't recognise this world.

You know, being an 'other' in this world, you're walking around in a horror movie at all times, you're always on edge and wondering when the monster is going to jump out and get you. I feel like that's the experience of African-Americans and queer people in America.

So yes, get prepared, but don't "be first"—don't start talking about *us* and *them* already, because then you're making *them* into the *other*, and that's when the shooting starts. Far too many of the survival books I've read go there, way too early. You're becoming part of the problem; you're not the hero, you're the bad guy. It's all *us*.

I'm a little bit older, I've traveled the world, spent lots of time in New York and Paris and lots of inspiring places, and I still feel alien.

I say this because there was a seriousness about her that seemed almost like a kind of anger. As though she might say, I came here from whatever unspeakable distance and from whatever unimaginable otherness just to oblige your prayers. Now say something with a little meaning in it.

In insomnia we encounter the very heart of love's darkness: the essential otherness of the beloved.

Whether religious or racial, anti-Semitism is always repugnant, one of the most destructive manifestations of human stupidity and evil. What is profoundly expressed in it is man's traditional mistrust of the man who is not part of his tribe, that 'other' who speaks a different language, whose skin is a different color, and who participates in mysterious rites and rituals.

J'ai glissé dans cette moitié du monde pour laquelle l'autre n'est qu'un décor.

The Devil in the Dark] impressed me because it presented the idea, unusual in science fiction then and now, that something weird, and even dangerous, need not be malevolent. That is a lesson that many of today's politicians have yet to learn.

biology alone cannot provide an answer to the question that concerns us: why is woman the Other? The question is how, in her, nature has been taken on in the course of history; the question is what humanity has made of the human female.