Quotes About Identity

There is no doubt, Daniel says. You really are you. Yes, Hannah says. I really am me. And you really are you. But if we follow Einstein's thinking and add together you plus me plus time plus space. What does that all make? Then she waits, like she always did, for Daniel finally to catch her up. What? What does it all make? Daniel says. It makes you and I more than just you or I, Hannah says. It makes us us.

The words had acted like a charm. They'd released it all, in seconds. They'd made everything happening stand just far enough away. &emsp It was nothing less than magic. &emsp Who needs a passport? &emsp Who am I? Where am I? What am I? &emsp I'm reading.

But we didn't fit, he and I. He thought it was because he was too old. He was older, and compared to the age I was I did think he was ancient. He was in his sixties then. Well, now I know that your sixties feel the same as all the other ages, and your seventies. You never stop being yourself on the inside, whatever age people think you are by looking at you from the outside.

Seems the self you get left with on the shore, in the end, is the self that you were when you went.

She had not expected, out in the world, to find herself quite so much the wrong sort of person.

She stops to make a note on her phone: abandon and presence, she writes. It's the first time she's felt like herself for quite some time.

Regrets when you're dead? A past when you're dead? Is there never any escaping the junkshop of the self?

De vegades soc invisible, diu la nena. En determinades botigues, restaurants, cues per comprar bitllets o supermercats, o fins i tot en llocs on de fet parlo molt fort, demano informació en una estació o coses així. La gent pot veure a través meu. Alguns blancs, en concret, poden veure a través dels joves i també dels negres o mestissos com si no hi fóssim.

Simt cum ceva creÈ™te în mine, la fel de mare ca È™i b?rb??ia lui. Este mânie.

It's on my head, Elisabeth says. That's where it grows. And my face is also attached to my head.

But imagine if you made something and then you always had to be seen through what you'd made, as if the thing you'd made became you.

Je houdt nooit op jezelf te zijn vanbinnen, hoe oud mensen ook denken dat je bent als ze vanbuiten naar je kijken.

Then she told George that the story of the minotaur was one about facing what mazes you. She made it very clear that she was using the word maze, not amaze. Then, when you'd faced it, she said, the thing to do to get out of the labyrinth was to go back the way you'd come, follow your own thread, the thread you'd left behind you, and that this had a lot to do with knowing where we come from and what our roots are –

Cause nobody's the slightest idea who we are, or who we were, not even we ourselves – except, that is, in the glimmer of a moment of fair business between strangers, or the nod of knowing and agreement between friends. Other than these, we go out anonymous into the insect air and all we are is the dust of colour, brief engineering of wings towards a glint of light on a blade of grass or a leaf in a summer dark.

Why should we imagine that gender matters here? the tutor said. That's actually my question too, Elisabeth said.

A whole time can reduce down to a single taste, a moment. A whole person down to the skelf of a self

Cause nobody's the slightest idea who we are, or who we were, not even we ourselves - except, that is, in the glimmer of a moment of fair business between strangers, or the nod of knowing and agreement between friends.

If you were a man, I'd have your baby, gangster or no.

I really like you better aimless and lost among people, a little crazy, oddball, not looking like yourself. So that I don't know you at all and the nearer I get to you the more you separate yourself from me-- I get dizzy trying to follow you and I have to work really hard-- and that's what I want!

All the characters in my books are imagined, but all have a bit of who I am in them - much like the characters in your dreams are all formed by who you are.

I'm a just a mom when I walk down the street.

you know, one never realises how much one has changed with the years. We carry an inward image of ourselves, I think, which remains forever the same.

A woman need a man to claim, even if it's a dead one.

He say, 'You can be somebody if you want.' How the shit he don't know I'm somebody right now? He think he somebody and I'm not.