Quotes About Identity

Vazgeçiyorum, bütün insanl???n önünde e?ilerek özür diliyorum; beni yanl??l?kla ç?kard?lar sahneye.

Yüzlerce insan, binlerce insan... ço?u ne kadar önemsiz, ne kadar silik. ?çlerinden biri Selim olamaz m?yd?? Milyonlar?n içinde sadece bir Selim. Bu tabiat kanunlar? ne kadar insafs?z, diye dü?ündü. Kime zarar? dokunur bunun? Hepsinin eli, aya??, ba?? var... Selim gibi. Ne olur bu kadar el, ayak, ba? bir araya gelse de sadece bir tanecik Selim ç?karsalar aralar?ndan; ne olur bir tane Selim olsa.

Fakat bizde erkeklerin, k?r?tmaya çal??arak hizmet etmesi bir garip oluyor. ?yi terbiye edilmemi? sirk hayvanlar?na benziyorlar. Efendimiz, milletimiz u?akl??a al??am?yor bir türlü.

Gerçek mühendislerin k?z çocu?u olurmu?.

?ki ya??nda geçirdi?i s?tman?n etkisiyle h?zl? ko?amad??? için saklambaç oyunlar?nda s?k s?k ebe olmaktan kurtulamad?. Bu ebeyle onu dünyaya getiren ebe aras?ndaki ili?kiyi bir türlü bulamad?.

?nsan? ancak haf?za kurtarabilir.

Ben ucuz bir romand?m. Hay?r, kötü bir edebiyat?n bile bir gerçekli?i vard?: Can s?k?c? taklitçileri bile benden gerçekti. Ben yoktum; hatta ben yokum, olmad?m diyemeyecek bir yerdeydim; kelimeler bile yanyana gelerek beni tan?mlamak istemezlerdi. Ne olurdu benim de kelimelerim olsayd?; bana ait bir cümle, bir dü?ünce olsayd?. Binlerce y?ld?r söylenen milyonlarca sözden hiç olmazsa biri, beni içine alsayd?!

I am what I am because I have made myself so.

I found a copy of Leven's birth certificate and was surprised to see his birth name listed as E. Leven Thumps. I assume the E. stands for Elton , and I have no idea why they didnt spell it out, but it's intresting to think that it took exactly eleven whacks or thumps to down the oldest tree.

Leven Thumps, you are incredibly more than you believe yourself to be." - Colver

And by the way, I wanted to point out that Kindred is not science fiction. You'll note there's no science in it. It's a kind of grim fantasy.

She means the devil with people who say you're anything but what you are.

People have the right to call themselves whatever they like. That doesn't bother me. It's other people doing the calling that bothers me.

Civilization is the way one's own people live. Savagery is the way foreigners live.

Every story I create, creates me. I write to create myself.

in an interview Butler has stated that the meaning of the amputation is clear enough: "I couldn't really let her come all the way back. I couldn't let her return to what she was, I couldn't let her come back whole and that, I think, really symbolizes her not coming back whole. Antebellum slavery didn't leave people quite whole."1 Time

The child in each of us Knows paradise. Paradise is home. Home as it was Or home as it should have been. Paradise is one's own place, One's own people, One's own world, Knowing and known, Perhaps even Loving and loved. Yet every child Is cast from paradise— Into growth and destruction, Into solitude and new community, Into vast, ongoing Change.

Your desires,           Whether or not you achieve them           Will determine who you become.

The Self must create           Its own reasons for being.           To shape God,           Shape Self.

She means it doesn't come off, Dana... The black. She means the devil with people who say you're anything but what you are.

Or it's happening because Shori is black, and racists—probably Ina racists—don't like the idea that a good part of the answer to your daytime problems is melanin.

Listen, no part of me is more definitive of who I am than my brain.

What are you?" I whispered."What are we to you?" She lay still, rested her head on her topmost coil. "You know me as no other does," she said softly. "You must decide.

I'm Valerie Rye,' she said, savoring the words. 'It's all right for you to talk to me.