Quotes About Identity

Maybe the simple diagnosis of either hetero or homo is misleading. Maybe there's just sexuality, and it's bendable and unpredictable, like a circus performer

No. I can't change. I shouldn't change.

People come to New York to be different

I KNOW! Your name is Beckham, isn't it?

I'm not sure I ever even liked Tal, much less loved him, and by the way, Tal, I believe the Palestinians should have their own state.

Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces.

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

Be careful what you're doing, because no one is ever who you want them to be. And the less you really know them, the more likely you are to confuse them with the girl or boy in your head.

Just because a person is beautiful doesn't mean there's no soul beneath. Doesn

As if her language is not enough indication, there is also the matter of her Hot Topic mallrat outfit: short black leather skirt with buckles up the side, mass-produced "vintage" Ramones T-shirt, and piss-yellow leggings with some horrible pair of pink patent-leather shoes.

You don't know who Nicholas Sparks is?" Dash asked. I shook my head. "Please don't ever find out," he said.

love is love, attraction is what it is, and why should the arbitrary assignment of genital parts determine whether or not you want to be with a person?

While my mind plays through the information I've compiled about him so far on this night, my mouth is talking stupid fucking Marshalls because my head is still getting around Nick's words about tikkun olam: Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces.

Mrs. Basil E.

That's funny. I've always liked Naomi's version of me the best. I'm always much more interesting when she talks about me.

Strand, Mark [Blah blah blah biographical information, crossed out with Sharpie pen.] We are reading the story of our lives As though we were in it, As though we had written it.

I feel like I know her. Really know her. And part of really knowing her is also knowing that I don't necessarily know her as well as I think I do. Which is okay. We should each have our own damn souls.

I'm saying you have me nestled so comfortingly in your idea of who I am, you have no idea who I actually am.

Dev's out to pierce the pierced, tattoo the tattooed, and have his way with the messy punk boys who came to our shows not knowing they'll end up wanting to mess around with the guy challenging How big is your cocker spaniel? into the mic.

I'm an ivy twined so long against a tower of strange design that I cannot now assume any other shape.

Nowhere in the known world, it seemed to her, could she live as she'd been created: at once a creature of body and of mind. It was a precept so universal as to seem a law of nature: one aspect of a woman's existence must dominate the other. And a woman like Ester must choose, always, between desires: between fealty to her own self, or to the lives she might bring forth and nurture.

Lying had become her clothing—without it she'd freeze.

remaining fair-minded as their beloved gallery-in-the-making was threatened by two crammed shelves of strange Semitic lettering.

What had drawn a non-Jewish woman of her generation to this obscure life as a specialist in Jewish studies?