Quotes About Identity

So far I'm not seeing a lot of difference between me and a carnival con-man.

I mean, Rick James was just a man-made image, the image I created. Just trying to live Rick James almost killed me.

Wait a minute man, who do you think I am? He answered, Mr. Springsteen.

Men fell in love with Gilda, but they wake up with me.

Would it upset men if they found out we weren't different? Are we? Aren't we? Damned if I know.

All men think that they're nice guys. Some of them are not. Contact me for a list of names.

Men are not potatoes!

A man in armour is his armour's slave.

A man in armor is his armor's slave.

Style is less the man than the way a man takes himself.

Does a name stick because it suits a man or does the man, unconsciously, evolve into his name?

It seems to me that before a man tries to express anything to the world he must recognize in himself an individual, a new one, very distinct from others.

You could weave silk from pig bristles before you could make a man anything but a man.

As he did so, a wind rose up around him, around the man who had been called lord, Dragon Reborn, king, killer, lover and friend.

In the Borderlands, sheepherder, if a man has the raising of a child, that child is his, and none can say different.

To strip a man of all loyalties but those to the state, makes him not only a worm but a monster, without a shred of humanity.

The man just is, but clothes are becoming.

It's almost as if men who get tribal tattoos are trying to signal that they are dangerous, they're to be respected, and they're powerful.

Man loves most that which is his own.

As a man thinks of himself, so he is.

For the most part we stupidly confound one man with another. The dull distinguish only races or nations, or at most classes, but the wise man, individuals.

The outward is only the outside of that which is within. Men are not concealed under habits, but are revealed by them; they are their true clothes.

Man is but the place where I stand.

This bird sees the white man come and the Indian withdraw, but it withdraws not. Its untamed voice is still heard above the tinkling of the forge... It remains to remind us of aboriginal nature.