Quotes About Identity

What is it in young boys that makes them want to wander off alone and get killed? They get two chin hairs and they're trying to prove they're men.

Opening and closing her jacket, her hand touched the long scar across her abdomen. She had acquired it somehow between her second and third Awakenings, had examined it fearfully, wondering what had been done to her. What had she lost or gained, and why?

Anyanwu! Does that white skin cover your eyes too?

too. A woman should have something of her own." Doro

There were still some Humans who insisted on seeing the ooloi as some kind of male-female combination, but the ooloi were no such thing. They were themselves—a different sex altogether. So

Normal,' I muttered. 'I wonder what that is.

I constructed you to look very male—so male that the females would be attracted to you and help convince you that you were male.

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.

Il mio Dio non mi non mi ama o mi odia, non mi sorveglia né mi conosce e io non provo né amore né lealtà nei suoi confronti. Il mio Dio semplicemente è.

You want to be what you are. That's healthy and right for you. What we do about it is our decision, our responsibility. Not yours.

cultist" is a great catchall term for anyone who fits into no other large category, and yet doesn't quite match Jarret's version of Christianity.

Most people had suspected it had begun in Los Angeles where, according to them, most stupid or wicked things began. Local prejudice. I didn't tell any of them I was from the L.A. area.

Humans persecute their different ones, yet they need them to give themselves definition and status.

Anyanwu said. "This is the way I look when I do nothing. And this is the way I look when I marry a new husband." "But … you

Y qué debería estar haciendo yo? ¿Qué puedo hacer? En menos de un año voy a tener dieciocho y seré adulta, una adulta sin más expectativas que la vida en nuestro barrio que se está desintegrando.

He had a man's voice already. He had everything but a man's brain.

What was he, he wondered, that he could have anything at all but an end?

JOÃO CHOSE AAOR. HE accepted help from it and talked to it and caressed its small breasts once he realized that neither it nor anyone else minded this. The breasts did not represent true mammary glands. Aaor would probably lose them when it metamorphosed. Most constructs did, even when they became female. But João liked them. Aaor simply enjoyed the contact.

Serious misbehavior is harder to get away with, harder even to begin when everyone who sees you knows who you are, where you live, who your family is, and whether you have any business doing what you're doing.

In order for me to understand who I am, I must begin to understand who she was. That is my reason for writing and assembling this book. It has always been my way to sort through my feelings by writing.

Name plus purpose equals focus for me.

I get a lot of grief that doesn't belong to me, and that isn't real. But it hurts.

seduced by Jarret's talk of making America great again. He seems to be unhappy with certain other countries.

Sometimes naming a thing—giving it a name or discovering its name—helps one to begin to understand it. Knowing the name of a thing and knowing what that thing is for gives me even more of a handle on it.