I'm not your quintessential liberal.
I think I've always had a disconnect from what I'm supposed to be like.
It's going to be very interesting to see somebody playing me.
I have so many different personalities in me and I still feel lonely.
I am a bit of a bad boy. I have tattoos and I mess around. That's part of my image, so it's cool.
In any relationship we feel an unconscious need to create as it were a new picture a new edition of ourselves to present to the fresh person who claims our interest for them we in a strange sense wish...
Which is what it all comes down to, I suppose – how you're selling. Welcome to the twenty-first century, where the only opinion of you that matters is the one that isn't your own. Rate My Tits. Rate...
i'm like a prickly pear... i'm a prickly pear!!!
If you think I am BAD than you're wrong, I'm the worst.
We are flowers in the field seeking our individuality. We may seem similar but we are all unique, without exception. Everyone is special.
Every single cell in the human body replaces itself over a period of seven years. That means there's not even the smallest part of you now that was part of you seven years ago.
I never thought to ascribe my mother's emotional and physical exhaustion to the lack of a husband and father; rather, I ascribed it to my existence. In other words, I grew up learning the exact...
Mom smiled and brushed my hair away from my face. You can call yourself whatever you want. Okay. Sophie Awesome Sparkle - Princess it is.
And you… do you know what you are? Stupid? Beautiful, he says, his face turning red.
Are we our bodies? Is a small person less than a big person, then? If we were our bodies, then when we lost an arm, or a leg, would we be less, would we begin to fade from existence? No. We are the...
Being normal? I have never had this experience.
Rebellion is when you look society in the face and say I understand who you want me to be, but I'm going to show you who I actually am.
Matthew had called her harmless. Harmless. And being with him made Frankie feel squashed into a box - a box where she was expected to be sweet and sensitive {but not oversensitive}
Real is overrated No way in my life is that the gist I'd be everything I am not If I were a fictionist
For those who were born lovers, falling in love is neither an option nor a decision. it is a matter of existence.
There was still something unfinished around her eyes; she wasn't done yet. She was a story, not an epilogue. And if she chose to narrate her own life one word at a time as she descended the stairs to...
This singularity of meaning - - I was my face, I was ugliness - - though sometimes unbearable, also offered a possible point of escape. It became the launching pad from which to lift off, the one...
I don't have a thing, Tengo said, except my soul. Sounds like a job for Mephistopheles, she said.
Why? Because I am a sovereign being and I do what I desire to do as I feel led. That is all.
Our private tastes in books showed a hint of our secret selves.
It is in our relations with other people that we gain a sense of ourselves; it's that, pretty much, that makes relations with other people unbearable.
She was like a heroine in a novel that she herself was writing; the character kept protesting that she was too strong for love, and yet the narrator went on describing her desire.
That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your...
A man has as many social selves as there are distinct groups of persons about whose opinion he cares. He generally shows a different side of himself to each of these different groups. - WILLIAM JAMES
He always tried to be different, even when it didn't matter. It was as if he acted instead of living.
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...