Quotes About Identity

It's not a case of 'look at me in my car' it's more, 'look at the car'. I like the idea of other people enjoying them, because everything has become a bit faceless and nobody likes the motor car any more.

If a woman-in-a-man's body goes after a man, is she attracted to the same or the opposite sex? If a man-in-a -woman's body wants a woman, is he a lesbian or straight? Prejudice is only cowardice in the face of complexity.

You are a republic of voices tonight. Unfortunately, that republic is Italy.

Your presence here is is only a matter of conducting an experiment in limits, reminding yourself of what you aren't.

But what you are left with is a premonition of the way your life will fade behind you, like a book you have read too quickly, leaving a dwindling trail of images and emotions, until all you can remember is a name.

What some folks don't understand about the closet is that it's not just a set of walls around sexual behavior. It's a net of lies that affects absolutely everything in one's life: how you dress, who you befriend, how you walk, how you talk. And how you love.

I always seem to get parts where I play the sports professional - and that's not me at all!

When he was a little boy his mother kept him in dresses and long curls; then she dressed him in Scottish regalia. Eventually, at the age of seven, he wore pants—short pants that were part of miniature sailor suits.

c'est moi"—"the state is myself

each nation and all peoples must rely on their collective history, their own collective character, and their own collective destiny.

Tristram Shandy

When he was a little boy his mother kept him in dresses and long curls; then she dressed him in Scottish regalia. Eventually, at the age of seven, he wore pants—short pants that were part of miniature sailor suits. Evidently, before age nine he had never taken a bath by himself.

What voice have I borrowed to express a necessary silence?

I am often asked why I use a variety of pen names. The answer is that this way readers always know which of my three worlds they will be entering when they pick up one of my books.

and the slapping feet of the men that follow the box. They have no faces and they feel with the whiskers of dogs.

I think about going away myself, living a whole different life, like I could exist on a different planet and this life wouldn't know about me, and I wouldn't know about it.

It must be wonderful to be you, Dominic, and know that you alone have shaped yourself. It must be even more wonderful for other people, your mother and even God Himself for all I know, to know that. It absolves them of a terrible responsibility.

Who the hell do you think you are, Jones? The man they sent to take care of the monsters on Rainshadow, Cyrus said.

Fine-looking young chap, isn't he? Would have cut quite a dash as a dragoon but for his vocation as a virgin.

Our entire life - consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are.

What will my happiness be like? What kind of happy woman will Antigone grow into? What base things will she have to do, day after day, in order to snatch her own little scrap of happiness? Tell me – who will she have to lie to? Smile at? Sell herself to? Who will she have to avert her eyes from, and leave to die?

Tell me what you eat, I'll tell you who you are.

Tell me what you eat and I will tell you who you are.

Tell me what you eat, and I shall tell you what you are.