Quotes About Identity

the left is now characterized by a weird form of self-flagellation.

It's not a lie," he added. "It's a form of practice. Figure out who you want to be, then dress like that person. No detail is too small to overlook. If you're at any critical point of your life, you should do everything you can to tip the scales—not in your favor, but in favor of having the right thing happen.

The left's obsession with judging us on immutable characteristics is what will eventually reach a tipping point and turn neighbor against neighbor, dividing America . . . and beyond.

the left invents problems to fill the void.

The lie behind the buzzword of 'diversity' could not be made more clear: if you don't conform, then you don't count as 'diverse,' no matter what your personal background.

The trans issue is particularly interesting because it directly affects such an infinitesimally small fraction of the population. While that group of people is worthy of equality and protection, ask yourself why this topic is being relentlessly pushed so hard.

The left's obsession with identity politics is the reverse of the melting-pot principle that America was founded upon: a place where everyone, regardless of race, religion, and color, is welcome as long as they blend into the fabric of our (free) society.

There is no worse flaw in man's character than that of wanting to belong.

I was nothing more than a thug with Tolstoy in my pocket.

You do not understand -- no accomplishment overcomes the stigma of being different. [...] I try not to think about it and cannot eat my supper or nothing. I didn't understand it at first. But now I do. You are not different in the way difference is acceptable but in another, bigger way.

It is said that you are a New Yorker the moment you remember the way New York used to be. This miraculous place lives to obliterate its history. It is history as fashion. Trend. Moments. Moments lost and... overwritten. You have to hunt the past in NY. Not like Prague. Budapest. Krakow. Paris. Istanbul. These places wear their pasts with honor over their hearts. A woman. Not a girl. New York... is youth. Always trying on new masks, new faces.

I always wanted to be somebody. I should have been more specific. —Lily Tomlin

We thought a little longer, and in the end we simply called her Joy.

Mum has made a little model of Dad - it looks nothing like him, of course, at least not when I compare it with his photographs, but somehow it seems to be more like him than the photographs do.

The letters make words and words make us.

How can you turn yourself into something you want to be when you're alredy what you are?

They think schools stop you from learning,' I said. 'They think schools try to make everybody just the same.

I am Billy Dean. This is the truth. This is my tail.

I feel the thinness of me, the littleness of me, and the vastness and the weirdness of me. I become the darkness all around, I become the night. Tomorrow I will be a different Davie, and I will be the day.

What happened to you as a child, particularly something bad, changed you, absolutely and completely. It was like part of your brain became closed off and refused to mature any further. As an adult you were powerless to fight against it. It was simply who you were until the day you died. There was no "therapy" that could cure it. That wall was built and nothing could tear it down.

I don't know. I just heard the shots." "Who are you? What is this place?" "I'm . . . I'm Sheila." "Who's the guy down there?" "Luke." "And who is Luke?" "Just a guy I know.

Just... norma… everyday… lives. With these last words her tone grew rote and her expression became bored. Yeah, what a relief, said Dan, but he looked every bit as bored as his sister. … We're Cahills. We save the world. It's what we do.

Yours and everybody else's," the guard said

And it was a good thing. Because despite all the unsettling things that his mind had been doing while he was here, the ability to be hugged or have your hand clenched by another without flinching, that simple act, which just about everyone else took for granted, had brought Decker a bit closer to the person he had once been. Before he had died on a football field and woken up as someone else entirely.