Quotes About Identity

He was a man who did not properly exist in any single world, but he seemed to have found a place between them, and that, more than his past, was who he was.

I wish it could have been otherwise. But in the end … this is part of our past, whether we are proud to admit it or not. Whatever our place is to be in the world, it must be a place we can claim with honesty, not one we slip into on the basis of a lie.

I set to work making a place for myself in Society, even if it was not the place Society intended for me.

Jeg følte mig (og føler mig stadig) ansvarlig for at have sat dem i verden, men jeg var ved at lære, at jeg under ingen omstændigheder skulle føle mig ansvarlig for deres individualitet. De var ikke mig og jeg var ikke dem. Jeg skulle lære dem at kende, ligesom de skulle lære mig at kende.

Jeg havde lyst til at sige til dem: 'Nej, jeg er ikke tosset og har aldrig været det. Eller måske er jeg tosset, men så er i det også.

AUNT SHADIE: I see you - and don't worry, you're not white. ROSE: I'm pretty sure I'm white. I'm English. AUNT SHADIE: White is blindness - it has nothing to do with the colour of your skin.

He liked to think of himself as fighting trim. At this point though, he was more like pacifist fat. Or at least he felt that way, stuffed to the gills.

Don't wait until you find someone. You are someone.

Altering your behavior or being someone different from who you are is a recipe for disaster. He is attracted to you—the real you—just the way you are, not to some woman who has no life except for him.

You must be desperate if you're asking Mom for adivce. Did she sit you down on the couch ?" "I'm not a patient of hers, asswipe. I'm her favorite son." Derrick ignored Gage's huff. The little snot. (...) "Favorite, my ass. She pities you. Gage is nothing more than a baby-maker. I'm the favorite." Dylan preened, pulling at the cuffs on his designer shirt. "Culture, charm, good looks and a real occupation. What's not to love

What the hell is he? Ace dodged another swing and countered by kicking his opponent in the chest hard enough that he snapped a rib bone. The rogue didn't flinch. Studying the male, Ace had no idea what to make of him. Derrick, one of his team members, was African American. When changed, his skin took on a darker brown than his original shade. Ace had Native American ancestry, and when changed, looked more copper than brown. This creature… What the hell turned black? -Ace's thoughts

She sighed again, wondering how she'd be described as a character in one of her much-loved romance books.

If I stopped dyeing my hair everyone would know that my golden hair is actually gray, and my long American youth would be over—and then what?

that's my way, always jealous and never thin

A family is a cracked mirror that nevertheless reflects us accurately.

Several Nations from the United States and Canada are embodied in this collection. Even so, no individual writer attempts to speak for his or her entire Nation, only from personal experiences dealing with non-Indians as well as Indians. Sadly, for whatever reasons, some of our worst enemies are on occasion our own people. The

This anthology is a testament to American Indian consciousness continuing to circulate, regardless of past or present genocidal attempts, whether cerebral, endemic, systematic, or otherwise.

from Indo-China— put in some wild yeast from the air, ferment it and voilà! you've now got Vodka for the Volga, beer for the Brits, Bourbon for Balboa's kids, Joy-juice for the Kickapoos. Pour this into an Inner City and create your Designated Criminal Class purely to blame for everything, or rub it on the Reservations and

A degree from UC Berkeley will never change the fact that I cannot understand my grandfather when he asks for more coffee." —Esther G. Belin (Navajo) from In the Cycle of the Whirl. L

I come from a long line of madwomen, and of this I am proud.

The sports page told me that the New Jersey Niggers had beaten the Boston Micks. Some player on the Houston Hebes had accused the San Antonio Spics of dropping their last game to get a higher draft pick. The league was expanding to Toronto, and since they had already honored African Americans, Irish Americans, Jewish Americans, and Hispanic Americans, they wanted to name a team to honor Native Americans. They

They sent out notices to all the tribal leaders, and they told us we could have whatever we wanted: Prairie Niggers, if the New Jersey team did not object, Redskins, Savages, Warriors, Heathens, Braves, Bucks—and of course the cheerleaders would be the Squaws, unless we wanted to modernize the language and just call them the Cunts. But

Since many cutters come from enmeshed families—where identity, family role, and boundary are confused—the task of establishing an independent identity is much more difficult. And if a girl has only a tenuous internal representation of herself to begin with, she may fear that the physical changes wrought by puberty will make her into someone else—a stranger unrecognizable even to herself.

Scars are especially useful as historical markers when one's own memory and consciousness cannot be trusted.