Quotes About Identity

Alfred Dreyfus had been a scapegoat because he was at once a Jew and a vampire.

It is easy to live multiple lives! What is hard is to be a whole person

None of us know our real names.

I know." She sighed. "We'll all say that. We'll all go on and make the place safe. Roads, cities. New sky, new soil. Until it's all some kind of Siberia or Northwest Territories, and Mars will be gone and we'll be here, and we'll wonder why we feel so empty. Why when we look at the land we can never see anything but our own faces.

Consciousness is the hard problem.

Saint George, a social terrarium in which the men think they are living in a Mormon polygamy, while the women consider it a lesbian world with a small percentage of male lesbians

Strange how one remembered faces until you tried to look at them in your mind, when they turned away from you.

I don't know how I'll be as a shaman. I'll find out when I try it. You both know me. You've known me since before we even had names. I can't travel in my dreams, or above the sky. There aren't any spirits that talk to me or through me. I can't sing the songs. I can't help people who are sick. But I'll tell you this, and he raised his right forefinger before them and seized them with his eyes: —I can paint that fucking cave.

no one else can live your life for you.

Ship, are you conscious now?" "My speaking establishes a subject position that might be conscious.

This is your life, Frank. What would you do without it?

Moscow, Baikonur, the view from Novy Mir—none of it. Her mother's face across the kitchen

My body worked so well that eventually all things everywhere were swallowed and digested by me. I grew so large that I ate the world, and all the blood in the world is mine. What am I? You know, even though you are like everything else, and see me from the inside. I am the market.

To the locals, he realized, the Orkneys were the center of the world.

Thus the power of hegemony: we may be poor but at least we're patriots! At least we're self-reliant and we can

Sometimes," she said, wiping her eyes, "sometimes I wish I could stop being Toitovna. I get so tired of it, of everything that I've done." Michel sat beside her. "We're locked in our selves to the end. This is the price one pays for thought. But which would you rather be—convict, or idiot?

We'll all say that. We'll all go on and make the place safe. Roads, cities. New sky, new soil. Until it's all some kind of Siberia or Northwest Territories, and Mars will be gone and we'll be here, and we'll wonder why we feel so empty. Why when we look at the land we can never see anything but our own faces.

Memory was mind. And so, by a simple transitive equation, memory equaled life. So that with memory gone, life was gone.

think? The narcissism of small differences.

We'll all go on and make the place safe. Roads, cities. New sky, new soil. Until it's all some kind of Siberia or Northwest Territories, and Mars will be gone and we'll be here, and we'll wonder why we feel so empty. Why when we look at the land we can never see anything but our own faces.

Praxis locals spoke French to him, and he could barely understand them. He had to listen hard, hoping his native tongue would come back to him, that the franglaisation and frarabisation he had heard about had not changed things too much; it was shocking to fumble in his native tongue, shocking too that the French Academy had not done its job and kept the language frozen in the seventeenth century like it was supposed to.

To conclude and temporarily halt this train of thought, how does any entity know what it is? Hypothesis: by the actions it performs. There is a kind of comfort in this hypothesis. It represents a solution to the halting problem. One acts, and thus finds out what one has decided to do.

When you lose all hope and all fear, then you become something not quite human.

It is a long time ago. So many lives ago--I get them all confused, don't you?