Quotes About Identity

I'd take a look at my own self in the mirror and wonder how it was possible that anybody could manage such an enormous thing as being what he was.

All that five thousand kids lived in those five thousand houses, owned by guys that got off the train. The houses looked so much alike that, time and time again, the kids went home by mistake to different houses and different families. Nobody ever noticed.

I'd think, That ain't me, that ain't my face. It wasn't even me when I was trying to be that face. I wasn't even really me then; I was just being the way I looked, the way people wanted. It don't seem like I ever have been me.

I'd think, maybe he truly is something extraordinary. He's what he is, that's it. Maybe that makes him strong enough, being what he is.

I discovered at an early age that I was - shall we be kind and say different? It's a better, more general word than the other one... I got sick... It was the feeling that the great, deadly pointing forefinger of society was pointing at me - and the great voice of millions chanting, Shame. Shame. Shame. It's society's way of dealing with someone different.

I'd see him do things that didn't fit with his face or hands, things like painting a picture at OT with real paints on a blank paper with no lines or numbers anywhere on it to tell him where to paint, or like writing letters to somebody in a beautiful flowing hand. How could a man who looked like him paint pictures or write letters to people, or be upset and worried like I saw him once when he got a letter back?

He hadn't let what he looked like run his life one way or the other, any more than he'd let the Combine mill him into fitting where they wanted him to fit.

They think they know the book by its cover, but the book knows what it is. Now he knew better; if the book never opens up and comes out, it can be warped to fit the image others see. . . .No, a book wasn't invulnerable to the appearance of its cover, not by any means.

He's what he is, that's it. Maybe that makes him strong enough, being what he is.

Always stay in your own movie.

But the new guy is different, and the Acutes can see it, different from anybody been coming on this ward for the past ten years, different from anybody they ever met outside. He's just as vulnerable, maybe, but the Combine didn't get him.

Mr. McMurphy... my friend... I'm not a chicken, I'm a rabbit. The doctor is a rabbit. Cheswick there is a rabbit. Billy Bibbit is a rabbit. All of us in here are rabbits of varying ages and degrees, hippity-hopping through our Walt Disney world. Oh, don't misunderstand me, we're not in here because we are rabbits?we'd be rabbits wherever we were?we're all in here because we can't adjust to our rabbithood. We need a good strong wolf like the nurse to teach us our place.

A Man Is Known By The Mice He Keeps

The walls are white as the white suits, polished clean as a refrigerator door, and the black face and hands seem to float against it like a ghost.

Ez nem én vagyok. Ez nem lehet énnekem az arcom. Az se én voltam, aki ezt az arcot elÅ'ször fölpróbáltam. Se akkor, se most – csak amit az emberek kinéznek belÅ'lem, úgy nézek ki. Mintha kinézetre sose lettem volna én.

Now I don't know what I love any more. I don't know where the thing I make-pretend leaves off and the thing that's really there starts up.

It means this is the only way we ever see ourselves; looking out, at others, reflected through cobwebs from an attic window . . .

Am I this? Are these mine? These people? These insane people?

Which one of you claims to be the craziest? Which one is the biggest loony? Who runs these card games

And becomes aware of her image once more, vaguely reflected in the dirty attic window: what does it mean, all this concern about our images? It means this is the only way we ever see ourselves; looking out, at others, reflected through cobwebs from an attic window

Wieczorem w przeddzieÅ" wyprawy le?aÅ'em w Å'ó?ku, rozmyÅ›lajÄ…c o mojej gÅ'uchocie, o latach udawania , ?e nie sÅ'yszÄ™ ani sÅ'owa, i zastanawiaÅ'em siÄ™, czy potrafiÅ'bym siÄ™ zachowywa? inaczej. A potem przypomniaÅ'em sobie, ?e to nie ja zaczÄ…Å'em udawa? gÅ'uchego, to ludzie zaczÄ™li traktowa? mnie jak durnia, który nie sÅ'yszy, nie widzie i nie potrafi wydusi? z siebie sÅ'owa.

Now they tell me a psychopath's a guy fights too much and fucks too much, but they ain't wholly right, do you think?

Boy, if you ain't a case: waiting someday to be a something to a Somebody you don't even know, yet.

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