Quotes About Identity

I'm wolf." So shove that down your throat and choke on it.

A werewolf. The knowledge wasn't so shocking now. How could it be? He was right. She was a vampire. Not like she could judge.

I know why he picked you. You were his mirror. His perfect, broken mirror.

We aren't who our pasts say we are. Damage doesn't define us. We define ourselves.

We have to have faith in ourselves. I have never met a woman who, deep down in her core, really believes she has great legs. And if she suspects that she might have great legs, then she's convinced that she has a shrill voice and no neck.

All men are not slimy warthogs. Some men are silly giraffes, some woebegone puppies, some insecure frogs. But if one is not careful, those slimy warthogs can ruin it for all the others.

Turned out there was some big, bad Wolf in my good boy after all.

She seems to think being cryptic is some kind of substitute for having a decent personality.

We specialize in story-- story is what defines us, what brings people together

small-town girl. When

Many commentators on John's life have said that John would never have married me if I hadn't been pregnant. In the film Backbeat I was portrayed as a clingy, dim little girlfriend in a headscarf. Totally wrong, of course. Quite apart from anything else I never wore a headscarf.

Stay because you want to be here. Stay because we would miss you. And stay because you can belong in more than one place, and one of your places is with us.

Some people think they know who you are, when really they don't.

In a school where everyone is famous or rich or whatever, you have a culture, 'What does your dad do?' 'What does your mom do?'

While I don't often use the word, the technically precise term for my orientation is bisexual. I believe bisexuality is not a choice, it is a fact. What I have 'chosen' is to be in a gay relationship.

If we blow into the narrow end of the shofar, we will be heard far. But if we choose to be Mankind rather than Jewish and blow into the wider part, we will not be heard at all; for us America will have been in vain.

After a certain number of years, our faces become our biographies.

I wanted to use what I was, to be what I was born to be—not to have a "career," but to be that straightforward obvious unmistakable animal, a writer.

But what was wanted—what was wanted for Mrs. Mitwisser—was simply Story: a story about men and women free of history, except their own.

A writer is dreamed and transfigured into being by spells, wishes, goldfish, silhouettes of trees, boxes of fairy tales dropped in the mud, uncles' and cousins' books, tablets and capsules and powders...and then one day you find yourself leaning here, writing on that round glass table salvaged from the Park View Pharmacy--writing this, an impossibility, a summary of who you came to be where you are now, and where, God knows, is that?

She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls' hand. She had nothing to do with that hand. Let that hand do whatever it wanted to.

I have the feeling that I know who I am, only I'm not anymore.

a really good friend, the kind of friend who - when they were together both of them were more able to be who they really were.

Behind the mask Jackaroo wore, there could be a face of bone, its flesh long since eaten away. Jackaroo could fight as a trained soldier, with swords and shield; he could ride a horse like a Lord; and he had the knowledge of letters which only the Lords held.