Quotes About Identity

His name was Wowbagger the Infinitely Prolonged. He was a man with a purpose. Not a very good purpose, as he would have been the first to admit, but it was at least a purpose and it did at least keep him on the move.

Pensé que habías muerto... —Yo también lo creí durante un tiempo -convino Ford- y luego decidí ser un limón durante un par de semanas. En todo ese tiempo me divertí saltando dentro y fuera de una tónica con Ginebra.

There is no problem involved in becoming your own father or mother that a broad-minded and well-adjusted family can't cope with.

he was also a direct male-line descendant of Genghis Khan, though intervening generations and racial mixing had so juggled his genes that he had no discernible Mongoloid characteristics, and the only vestiges left in Mr. L. Prosser of his mighty ancestry were a pronounced stoutness about the tum and a predilection for little fur hats.

He experienced one of those "self" moments, one of those moments when you suddenly turn around and look at yourself and think "Who am I? What am I up to? What have I achieved? Am I doing well?

What do you mean you've met?' he demanded. 'This is Zaphod Beeblebrox from Betelgeuse Five you know, not bloody Martin Smith from Croydon.

Zaphod's just this guy, you know?

First we have to call it something which says it's our, not yours, then we set about finding some way of proving it's not what you said it is, but something we say it is.

One of the major problems encountered in time travel is not that of accidentally becoming your own father or mother. There is no problem involved in becoming your own father or mother that a broad-minded and well-adjusted family can't cope with.

McDonald's, he thought. There is no longer any such thing as a McDonald's hamburger. He passed out.

It wasn't that she wanted to be difficult, as such, it was just that she didn't know how or what else to be.

McDonald's, he thought. There is no longer any such thing as a McDonald's hamburger. He passed out.

Well,' said Halfrunt brightly, 'Zaphod's just this guy, you know?

For much of the time we were tramping through wet fields of sago, and a foolish but happy thought suddenly occurred to me. We were walking through the only known anagram of my name -- which is Sago Mud Salad.

Deaf people occupy a unique position. They make up the only cultural group where cultural information and language has been predominantly passed down from child to child rather than from adult to child, and the only one in which the native language of the children is different from the language spoken by the parents.

In every society on earth the child is regarded as a member of his parents' groups.

You are not your body.

I didn't realize then that so much of being adult is reconciling ourselves with the awkwardness and strangeness of our own feelings. Youth is the time of life lived for some imaginary audience.

I thought about how odd it is for billions of people to be alive, yet not one of them is really quite sure of what makes people people. The only activities I could think of that humans do that have no animal equivalent were smoking, body-building and writing. That's not much, considering how special we seem to think we are.

Question: If there were two of you which one would win?

You keep waiting for the moral of your life to become obvious, but it never does. Work, work, work: No moral. No plot. No eureka! Just production schedules and days. You might as well be living inside a photocopier. Your lives are all they're ever going to be.

Do you remember how you felt at seventeen? I do and I don't (...) Imagine you came from outer space and someone showed you a butterfly and a caterpillar. Would you ever put the two of them together? That's me and my memories.

We're all born lost, aren't we? We're all born separated from God - over and over life makes sure to inform us of this - and yet we're all real: we have names, we have lives. We mean something. We must.

Our achievements may make us interesting, Tyler, but our darkness makes us lovable.