Quotes About Identity

They were home. He always felt a bit like a snail, but instead of carrying his home on his back, he carried it in his arms.

True Québécois walked in the middle of the road.

Some people keep their darkness inside, and some hide their light. You, mon ami, almost certainly have a croissant in there.

said Myrna after a moment. 'Loss of parents, loss of loves, loss of jobs. So we have to find a higher meaning in our lives than these things and people. Otherwise we'll lose ourselves.

Je me souviens,

impossible to split language from culture. That without one the other withered. To love the language was to respect the culture.

It seemed Yolande had become so self-absorbed she no longer existed. She'd finally absorbed herself.

Ruth's last book of poetry was called I'm FINE. Which sounded good until you realized, often too late, that "F.I.N.E." stood for "Fucked-Up, Insecure, Neurotic, and Egotistical.

She's a triumph of image over reality. I'm not even sure if she knows what reality is anymore, she's so busy creating this image of herself.

He felt in Three Pines he had a shot at being himself. What he hadn't counted on was it taking so long to figure out who 'he' was.

What do you do for a living?' 'I'm unemployed. I was an astronaut, but I got laid off.' And Andre roared at his own cleverness, a putrid laugh that seemed to deaden the room even further. 'Yeah, they hired a one-armed black lesbian to replace me.

he even introduced himself as the Asshole Saint,

They could stop being pillars and just be people.

No one was who they seemed. Everyone was more.

Three short words, but potent. They more than anything had launched a thousand ships, a thousand attacks. One of us. A circle drawn. And closed. A boundary marked. Those inside and those not.

Gamache again marveled at the people who chose to live in this area. Was Margaret Atwood a garbage collector perhaps? Or maybe Prime Minister Mulroney had picked up a second career delivering the mai. No one was who they seemed. Everone was more.

It is the chiefest point of happiness, she scribbled quickly, before the Commander could see, that a man is willing to be what he is." Chapter 6 · Page 53 · Location 957

Home as an allegory for self. A self-portrait of our choices. And our blind spots.

Better to bloom even for an instant, if that's your nature, than live forever in hiding.

Gracie might, or might not, be a dog. The smart money was now on guinea pig, with hedgehog a close second.

cobrador costume. A costume that

Gens du Pays. The separatist anthem,

You lost your heart, your memories, your laughter, your brain and it even took your bones. Eventually it all came back, but different. Rearranged. 'Had you known Madame

She was fierce because she was afraid. Of everything. The rest of the world saw a strong, noble lioness. He looked at his daughter and saw Bert Lahr, though he'd never tell her that. Or her husband.