Quotes About Identity

Belonging. Togetherness. These words are as complicated and confusing as the word love. It's probably all the same thing. Or it would be if we let it be. I can only guess from observation.

Every day I am someone else. I am myself-I know I am myself-but I am also someone else. It has always been like this.

You make it a production. Slam doors. Knock things over. Scream. But I just leave. Even if I'm still standing there, I leave. I am refusing you. I am denying you. I am an adjective that is quickly turning into a noun.

We come to a corner where there are a few people protesting the festivities. I don't understand this at all. It's like protesting the fact that some people are red-haired. In my experience, desire is desire, love is love. I have never fallen in love with a gender. I have fallen for individuals. I know this is hard for people to do, but I don't understand why it's so hard, when it's so obvious.

I was sixteen and equipped with the appropriate genitalia, so I cleared that hurdle nicely.

Max is a marvel to us. He will never have to come out because he will never have been kept in. Even though he has a mom and a dad, they made sure from the beginning to tell him that it didn't have to be a mom and a dad. It could be a mom and a mom, a dad and a dad, just a mom, or just a dad. When Max's early affections became clear, he didn't think twice about them. He doesn't see it as defining him. It is just a part of his definition.

Is that all we need? Can the way we say each other's names encompass all our history, all our love, all our fear, all our fights, all our reunions, all of what we know about each other, all of what we don't know?

This should be the most homoerotically charged baseball dance number since "I Don't Dance" in High School Musical 2.

This was how we'd always played. You were Cinderella, I was a mouse. You were Alice, I was the Hatter. You were the sun, and I wasn't even the moon.

It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

I love books about freaks, because I am one. You might be, too. Let's be freaks together?

My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I'm perpetually surprised, but there's nothing wrong with me that I can fix.

Even though you're not my type, gender-wise, you're my type, person-wise.

You know what happens to girls who loves lost boys? They become lost themselves.

When Dawn looked at Vic, she saw Vic exactly as he wanted to be seen. Whereas Vic's parents couldn't help seeing who he used to be, and so many friends and strangers couldn't help seeing who he didn't want to be anymore, Dawn only saw him. Call it a blur if you want, but Dawn didn't see a blur. She saw a very distinct, very clear person.

It's Miranda who speaks up. You're gay, she says, with complete seriousness. And I love you.

Then again. Maybe the simple diagnosis of either hetero or homo is misleading. Maybe there's just sexuality, and it's bendable and unpredictable.

You know one me. Just like I know one you. But you can't know every me, Evan. And I can't know every you.

Since I'm not part of it yet, I see it: how a group of people can become a blizzard, how all the tie spent buying and picking out exactly the right clothes doesn't mean shit now because nobody is looking at clothes or poses.

But if I didn't want to be alone, then why didn't I want to be with anyone else?

She's being kind. Which is much more a sign of character than mere niceness. Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.

Do you really exist? I blurt out. Not at all, he says with a smile, I've known that since I was four.

If your beauty is unquestioned, so many other things can go unquestioned as well.

There are times when I'm alone and I think, This is it. This is actually the natural state. All I need are my thoughts and my small acts of creation and my ability to go or do whatever I want to go or do. I am myself, and that is the point. Pairing is a social construction. It is by no means necessary for everyone to do it. Maybe I'm better like this. Maybe I could live my life in my own world, and then simply leave it when it's time to go.