Quotes About Identity

The last dragon was apparently still too young to have made up its mind which sex it wanted to be; it didn't have any horns at all.

Kazul's not my dragon," Cimorene said sharply. "I'm her princess.

What do you want then?" I asked. "I don't know all of it yet." William tilted his head back and looked up at the sky, and spread his arms wide. "But I want – first, I want to be me. And then I want to do something large. Something as large as all that country out there that people are settling. Even if I'm not a double seventh.

Well, it doesn't sound particularly noble and knightly to say you've rescued the Chief Cook and Librarian, does it? And it has cut down on the number of interruptions. I used to get two or three knights a day, and now there's only about one a week. And the ones who do come are at least smart enough to figure out that I'm still a princess even if the dragons call me Chief Cook

Perhaps 'home' can be where one comes from, as well as where one lives.

To ... to ... What the heck to call a duke who 'comes a monk?" "Brother?" Colin ventured. Will shook his head. "A bit too familiar. How 'bout BrotherYourGrace?" "Got it," Colin exclaimed. "Your Celibacy. Get it? Your Celibacy.

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People disconnect from us the moment they begin to define us. They begin to connect with us when they define themselves to us or ask us about ourselves. That's how we get to know them and how they get to know us. It doesn't work the other way around.

The distress and discord that permeate the lives of millions are clear messages meant to tell us something. Just as a searing physical pain says something is wrong, so, too, does the psychic pain that floats through the world. Whatever form it takes, it is a sign that people have forgotten what is real and what is not, what is pretend and what is not, who they are and who they are not.

Paradoxically, Controllers usually see themselves as self-reliant even while they are dependent upon others to maintain their backwards connections and their fragile identity. They often carry the banner of rugged independence, of needing no one, while launching an ever-accelerating assault upon someone else's individuality. They are most threatened by Witnesses who do not conform to their particular idea of how things should be.

Would a white supremacist group bond together against an African-American group if the African-American group magically transformed into whites?

her natural State of Personal Power.

It was our own that were able to bring us home. It was those who were not strong that could give us strength. The mud that covered our bodies and clothes now clung to them as well, but it was the same mud that pulled at our feet, the mud of our own standing place

It must he him.

Maybe being oneself is an acquired taste. For a writer it's a big deal to bow--or kneel or get knocked down--to the fact that you are going to write your own books and not somebody else's. Not even those books of the somebody else you thought it was your express business to spruce yourself up to be.

We have chosen a problematic name for ourselves: we are no longer souls as we once were, not even citizens; we're all consumers now, grasping all the stuff every which way.

Looking not for "a self," that thing modernity keeps saying we're looking for when that is the last thing we need, choking on our individuality. Looking for his mind.

We're seeing quite a lot of people who really would like a return to class-based politics.

Was it love or wasn't it that she felt for Carol? And how absurd it was that she didn't even know. She had heard about girls falling in love, and she knew what kind of people they were and what they looked like. Neither she nor Carol looked like that. Yet the way she felt about Carol passed all the tests for love and fitted all the descriptions.

What a strange girl you are." "Why?" "Flung out of space," Carol said.

In a widely cited piece titled "The Middle-Class Black's burden," Ms. McClain laments, "I am not comfortably middle class; I am uncomfortably middle class. I have made it, but where?

Self-definitions of Black womanhood were designed to resist the negative controlling images of Black womanhood advanced by Whites as well as the discriminatory social practices that these controlling images supported.

Thus, gender ideology no only creates ides about femininity but it also shapes conceptions of masculinity.

he was no more mine than the trees were mine. No more mine than the sun. And with this realization I knew that I could never be separate from her, any more than I could ever be separate from the trees or from the sun.