Quotes About Identity

Vanity is a weakness. I know this. It's a shallow dependence on the exterior self, on how one looks instead of what one is.

A man is the stories he tells about himself, and most of those stories are lies. Never look too closely. If you uncover his lies, it'll humiliate you both. Best just to live with the bullshit.

What's your name? Emma Gould, she said. What's yours? Wanted. By all the girls or just the law?

Men who believe that the way to the mind is not by way of ice picks through the brain or large dosages of dangerous medicine but through an honest reckoning of the self.

My father's gone, Joe said eventually. Emma's dead. Your brother's dead. My brothers scattered. Shit, D, you're one of the only people I know anymore. I lose you, who the fuck am I?

If you're not crazy but people have told the world you are, then all your protests to the contrary just underscore their point.

The only people who ask questions like, 'Did he want to be something besides a bartender,' are people who can become whatever they want. The rest of us are just Americans.

People just want you to see them as they hope to be seen. And everyone wants to be seen as interesting.

I'm just bones in a box, Teddy.

only people who ask questions like 'Did he want to be something besides a bartender?' are people who can become whatever they want. The rest of us are just Americans.

Vincent looks ready to pop out of his skin. Like a lot of guys who try too hard to act like they deserve respect, he has very low tolerance for people he correctly perceives don't respect him. This

A man is the stories he tells about himself, and most of those stories are lies.

Not all the suburbs are white." "Name one that isn't. Just one." She tries. "Um . . ." He waits. "I can feel your look," she says. "It's very smug." "Our suburbs," he says, "are designed to escape the melting pot. But now they're telling all the people they left behind precisely how they should go about rubbing elbows.

Power, most power anyway, was the fly that called itself a hawk. It could only govern those who agreed to call it a hawk instead of a fly, a tiger instead of a cat, a king instead of a man.

Kenzie… Me di la vuelta para mirar a Bolton. —Si usted y su socia no son ni civiles ni polis, ¿qué son? Me encogí de hombros. —Un par de idiotas que se creen más duros de lo que realmente son.

His father was gone. He was no longer a son. He was a man without history or expectation. A blank slate, beholden to none. He felt like a pilgrim who'd pushed off from the shore of a homeland he'd never see again, crossed a black sea under a black sky, and landed in the new world, which waited, unformed, as if it had always been waiting. For him. To give the country a name, to remake it in his image so it could espouse his values and export them across the globe.

Goddamn embarrassing what a civilian you've become, man.

The only people who ask questions like 'Did he want to be something besides a bartender?' are people who can become whatever they want. The rest of us are just Americans." The

A man is the stories he tells about himself, and most of those stories are lies. Never look too closely. If you uncover his lies, it'll humiliate you both. Best to just live with the bullshit.

We are not special. We are lit from within by a single candle flame, and when that flame is blown out and all light leaves our eyes, it is the same as if we never existed at all. We don't own our life, we rent it.

she hadn't grown weaker, as she'd thought, only wearier, yes, but that would change now that she'd remembered who she was.

Non sono pazza. Non lo sono. Certo, cos'altro direbbe una pazza? E' questo l'aspetto geniale della situazione. L'aspetto kafkiano. Se non sei pazza ma la gente ha detto a tutti che lo sei, allora qualsiasi affermazione contraria da parte tua non farà che rafforzare quella tesi. Capisce cosa intendo?

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A man is the stories he tells about himself and most of those stories are lies. And never look too closely if you uncover his lies, it will humiliate you both. Its best to just live with the bullshit." Then her mother kissed her head, patted her cheek, told her she was safe.