Quotes About Identity

Eigenlijk had hij het al veel Lichten en Donkers geweten, maar hij had het niet willen toegeven. Zonder Staart was niet-wolf.

Je bent nog steeds mijn vriend!' riep ze uit. 'Ik ben nog steeds dezelfde Renn!

Het voelde of ik werd losgetrokken, had Torak gezegd. Het voelde alsof ik de vis was.

Vind je het erg?' 'Hoe bedoel je?' 'Over... wat ik ben.' Tot zijn verbazing grinnikte ze. 'Torak, je bent een wie, niet een wat! Je bent nog steeds een iemand.

I was no longer the frightened obsessive who'd cowered in the storm and fought an illusory battle with a log. I was Jack Miller, the man who's keeping the 1937 Spitsbergen Expedition alive against all the odds.

Het is niet eerlijk, dacht Renn. Waarom is híj nou de Luisteraar? Waarom moet híj zo anders zijn?

I used to smoke two packs a day and I just hate being a nonsmoker.... but I will never consider myself a nonsmoker because I always find smokers the most interesting people at the table.

For me, getting comfortable with being famous was hard - that whole side of it, the loss of anonymity, the loss of privacy. Giving up that part of your life and not having control of it.

I've thought far more about marriage in recent months than I ever did before. What is the marriage contract? The general assumption we have about marriage is that it involves two people building a life together. But what I wonder is this: Does it require each person to give up the life they built before? Must we shed our former selves? Do we have to give up that which was once important to us as a sacrifice to the gods of marriage?

You can be a lousy vampire. You can be a lousy human. What you are doesn't mean anything. It's what you do with what you are that counts.

I think I know who you are," he finally said. "It took me a minute, since you're better looking than I thought you'd be, but I think I've got it.

Except...except for this demon thing. I couldn't control it. And now I can't change back. Of course I was able to scare Chris off. I scared him by how ugly I am." He shook his head. "Princess, there's nothing ugly about you.

So that means that Peter..." I swallowed. "That his full name was Peter Parker." "Yeah" I burst into tears. "Oh, my God! I killed Spiderman!

It's - just Bishop." "You have only one name?" Unless he was a rock star or a chess piece, it was another sign that he was having trouble thinking straight.

I'm a half-demon princess. Sure. What's so hard to grasp about that?

Look at you, all Rocky Horror Picture Ho.

You are all Sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. If you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham's seed, and heirs according to the promise.

those who belong to Christ will always belong to Him,

How do you make a girl know she's beautiful? What is the system for that, what do you show her, how do you give her a new set of eyes and turn her face back to the mirror?

I knew what I stood for, even if nobody else did. I knew the piece of me on the inside, truer than all the rest, that never comes out. Doesn't everyone have one? Some kind of grand inner princess waiting to toss her hair down, forever waiting at the tower window. Some jungle animal so noble and fierce you had to crawl on your belly through dangerous grasses to get a glimpse.

The truth was only another mask, even if it was the best fit, the closest to skin and all that lay beneath

I'm not really interested in sports psychology. It makes me feel like a crazy person.

I find it hard to harness respect for those who genuinely believe that postmodernity, whatever it may be, allows us to claim no roots.

What is the reality of a drag queen? my stranger had asked. What indeed? I thought. What is the reality of any identity?