Quotes About Multiplicity

Absolute is infinite so there is no absolute truth. There is truth that you can see in infinite ways and make your own.

No one answer is ever the answer.

There is no 'the truth, ' 'a truth'--truth is not one thing, or even a system. It is an increasing complexity.

At last, in those far-off deserts, I finally knew that the observer is part of his subject: and I understood that there could be no definitive Lawrence, but only an infinite number of Lawrentian images, like crystals in the eyes of his beholders. What I discovered was my Lawrence and my truth, for 'truth' is of more than one kind: the kind which remains static, and the kind which bends and shifts according to the individual and the time.

How can you possibly expect to write anything when you can't concentrate? That's pretty much all writers do: take the blooming multiplicity of the world and our experience of it, literally concentrate it down to manageable proportions, and then force it through the eye of a grammatical needle one word at a time.

Maybe the problem with "the box" is that it is singular.

Identity is never singular but is multiply constructed across intersecting and antagonistic discourses, practices and positions.

I think that every person has many, many people inside of them. We change our personality depending on who we are talking to or what situation we are in.

Varieties of angels, like varieties of love, are many.

She didn't know that there was more of me, she'd have to learn to love all four of me.

I'd love to have a child. Either one or 40. I love kids.

Love is one and the same in the original; but there are a thousand different copies of it.

Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky.

Multiplicity which is not reduced to unity is confusion. Unity which does not depend on multiplicity is tyranny.

What an incorrigible nonentity one must be to play only one role in life, to occupy only one place in society, to always mean one and the same thing!

She has more names than petticoats.

How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?

you don't want to live just one life, which could be typed, which could be tossed off in a thumbnail sketch = "She was the sort of girl …." And end in 25 words or less. You want to live as many lives as you can …

But I am I now; and so many other millions are so irretrievably their own special variety of I that I can hardly bear to think of it. I: how firm a letter; how reassuring the three strokes: one vertical, proud and assertive, and then the two short horizontal lines in quick, smug succession. The pen scratches on the paper... I... I... I... I... I... I.

They don't understand what it is to be awake, To be living on several planes at once Though one cannot speak with several voices at once.

Life viewed from nine different camera angles; life played at nine tempos. Mixed, montaged; multiple. In the course of one lifetime. Maybe that's what reincarnation was all about. Reinvention.

There is no truth on this island of yours. Rather, there are as many truths as there are stars in the sky; and every one of them different.

She was Amy, and she was forever. She was one of Twelve and also the other, the one above and behind, the Zero. She was the Girl from Nowhere, the One Who Walked In, who lived a thousand years; Amy of Multitudes, the Girl with the Souls Inside Her. She was Amy. She was Amy. She was Amy.

SIXTY-NINE She was Amy, and she was forever. She was one of Twelve and also the other, the one above and behind, the Zero. She was the Girl from Nowhere, the One Who Walked In, who lived a thousand years; Amy of Multitudes, the Girl with the Souls Inside Her. She was Amy. She was Amy. She was Amy. She