Quotes About Identity

I don't want to talk to anybody. Actually, I'd talk to Molly, if I could, but I can't any longer — she's somebody else now. She isn't Molly any more. But — what can I say? — I'm somebody else, too.

Imagine a woman who could never see herself as she was seen in the eyes of her loved one.

She's meeting herself coming and going.

I'm just a baker. I don't claim to be anything else. Maybe once, maybe years ago, I was a different kind of human being. I've forgotten, I don't know for sure.

Por qué habría de querer yo una fotografía de tal desastre? Me acerque un poco más a ella y vi mi cabeza, mi cabeza, allí dentro, tras la ventana de la cocina. Me hizo pensar, al verme a mí mismo de ese modo. Lo digo en serio: es algo que le hace pensar a uno.

Por qué habría de querer yo una fotografía de tal desastre? Me acerqué un poco más a ella y vi mi cabeza, mi cabeza, allí dentro, tras la ventana de la cocina. Me hizo pensar, el verme a mí mismo de ese modo. Lo digo en serio: es algo que le hace pensar a uno.

I belonged in Idle Valley like a pearl onion on a banana split.

I didn't mind what she called me, what anybody called me. But this was the room I had to live in. It was all I had in the way of a home. In it was everything that was mine, that had any association for me, any past, anything that took the place of a family. Not much: a few books, pictures, radio, chessmen, old letters, stuff like that. Nothing. Such as they were, they had all my memories.

Real cities have something else, some individual bony structure under the muck. Los Angeles has Hollywood -- and hates it. It ought to consider itself damn lucky. Without Hollywood it would be a mail order city. Everything in the catalogue youi could get better somewhere else.

Most people go through life using up half their energy trying to protect a dignity they never had.

No visible scars. Hair dark brown, some gray. Eyes brown. Height six feet, one half inch. Weight about one ninety. Name Philip Marlowe. Occupation private detective.

I'm part Chinese, part Hawaiian, part Filipino, and part nigger. You'd hate to be me

I was a swell guy. I enjoyed being me.

Or can I call you Phil? Sure. You can can me Vivian. Thanks, Mrs. Regan. Oh, go to hell, Marlowe.

An alcoholic, a real alcoholic, is not the same man at all. You can't predict anything about him for sure except that he will be someone you never met before. Light

I'm a native son, born in Santa Rosa.

She had weedy hair of that vague colour which is neither brown nor blond, that hasn't enough life in it to be ginger, and isn't clean enough to be grey.

on that night you told me you were the author of my current existence.

You must define yourself, for no one else has the wisdom to do it for you.

What is he?' 'What would you have him be?

As they neared the door at the rear, left open for them by Joftaz, James felt a flush of excitement. No matter how high he might someday rise in the King's service, there was a part of him that would always be Jimmy the Hand.

I am not your brother. My brother Morvai died the night you were created, eledhel. And you know all that I have been since the day you left, as I know all that you have been.'.

You must step forward, Arutha. You will never be the man for whom you were named, and you will never be your father, but nature didn't intend for you to be either of those men, no matter how worthy they were. You must become the best man you are capable of.

There are cities that have no ... I don't know what to call it, an identity perhaps. A sense of being someplace different. Lots of those in the Empire. Very old cities with lots of history, but one day is much like the next.