Quotes About Identity

I wouldn't use a British accent out loud, but I'd be using one in my head and it would carry over.

That said, the spaces between my features are in perfect proportion to each other. So far no one has noticed this. Also my ears: darling little shells. I wear my hair tucked behind them and try to enter crowded rooms ear-first, walking sideways.

So this was what it was like not to be me.

Was I like honey thinking it's a small bear, not realizing the bear is just the shape of its bottle?

You seem incredibly faraway to me, like someone on the other side of a lake. A dot so small that it isn't male or female or young or old; it is just smiling.

Past a certain age, they give up on the name games, which is regrettable for someone like me who loves anything that involves going around a circle and saying something about yourself. I wish there was a class where we could just keep going around the circle, around and around, until we had finally said everything about ourselves.

I was experiencing the paroxysm of selfhood. The scientific name for this spasm is The Last Hurrah. The feeling was quickly spent.

Except she wasn't like a husband from the 1950s because she didn't bring home the bacon.

Many of the people there were in their twenties and thirties, and I wondered if they were Blanca or the friends of Blanca..There were also people in their forties, fifties, sixties, and seventies, and these people had a chance of being Blanca, too, or the parents of Blanca, or grandparents or even great-grandparents of Blanca, if Blanca was a child. There were a few children running around, sisters of brothers, who could be Blanca or Blanca's grandchild...

Was I like honey thinking it's a small bear, not realizing the bear is just the shape of its bottle? -Cheryl

Not really, no. But me? Yes. Even though I have no pizzazz? What are you talking about, you perfect thing. You can see that I'm perfect?

And she felt a real sense of loss. Even though she knew she had never had an accent. It was the birthmark, which in its density had lent color even to her voice. She didn't miss the birthmark, but she missed her Norwegian heritage, like learning of new relatives, only to discover they have just died.

Country music has always sort of been country music.

Dac? n-ar fi fost mama È™i tata, prelungiri limpezi dincolo de naÈ™terea mea, È™i care st?teau jum?tate îngropaÈ›i în nisipul timpului, aÈ™ fi crezut È™i eu c? lumea începuse cu mine.

Y mírame ahora, en mi escondrijo, un ovillo de harapos y cartílagos por cuya mente o corazón nadie apostaría, porque a mí nadie puede ya quitarme nada.

Qué culpa tenía yo si estaba loco de una forma diferente a ellos?

Wat is het toch merkwaardig dat ik een lichaam heb, dat ik in een lichaam zit.

Mijn leven heeft maar één as: thuis en op school, zoals mensen met een gebroken wervelkolom zijn ingemetseld in een gipskorset.

Chaque matin, quand je me regarde dans le miroir, je ne vois personne. [În fiecare diminea??, când m? iut în oglind?, nu v?d pe nimeni.] p. 42

Es tan extraño tener un cuerpo, existir en un cuerpo...

caci abia acum se vadea ceea ce toti presimtisera intr-un moment sau altul al vietii lor: ca realitatea e doar un caz particular al irealului, si ca suntem totii, oricat de concreti ne-am simti, doar fictiunea cine stie carei alte lumi, ce ne creeaza si ne cuprinde ...

Exist pentru c? m? caut pe mine însumi. Nu m? caut ca s? m? g?sesc; faptul c? m? caut pe mine însumi este semnul c? deja m-am g?sit.

Noi nu suntem obiecte, ci procese. Eu sunt, în cele din urm?, c?utarea mea de sine. Exist pentru c? m? caut pe mine însumi. Nu m? caut ca s? m? g?sesc: faptul c? m? caut pe mine însumi este semnul c? deja m-am g?sit.

Opera artistului e cochilia sa, dar pe mine m? intereseaz? animalul care-a secretat-o din sângele È™i din carnea lui.