#identification

Asking questions is an essential part of police investigation. In the ordinary sense a police officer is free to ask a person for identification without implicating the Fourth Amendment. ↗

— Anthony Kennedy

#ask #asking #asking questions #essential #fourth

Our current identification system is so disjointed that the World Trade Center terrorists had a total of 63 valid driver's licenses between them. ↗

— Jack Kingston

#center #current #disjointed #driver #had

People's identities as Indians, as Asians, or as members of the human race, seemed to give way - quite suddenly - to sectarian identification with Hindu, Muslim, or Sikh communities. ↗

— Amartya Sen

#communities #give #hindu #human #human race

When you're dealing with music without words, titles are more a means of identification than anything else. What's the point of getting lofty? ↗

— Branford Marsalis

#dealing #else #getting #identification #lofty

I think that white women are more apt to read laterally. So I think there's some strong identification for women, and their political and social positions, and minorities. I think that the political power of, let's say, the average Indian man and a white woman are pretty equal. ↗

— Sherman Alexie

#average #equal #i #i think #identification

I feel great identification with the developing world. ↗

— Bianca Jagger

#developing world #feel #great #i #i feel

The individual makes a clear effort to define moral values and principles that have validity and application apart from the authority of the groups of persons holding them and apart from the individual's own identification with the group. ↗

— Lawrence Kohlberg

#application #authority #clear #define #effort

The light in that room was a glow; I seem to remember the color green, or perhaps flowers. A pale green sheet covered his inert body but not his head, which lay (eyes closed, mouth set in a tense and terrible grimace) unmoving. Gianluca. Barely able to see, barely able to stand - my knees kept buckling – and breathing so quietly I thought that I, too, might die; that out of shock, I would just drift away, the shell of my body cracking open. No longer anchored by my brother’s love, I would be reabsorbed by sky. Gianluca. If there was never another sound in the world, I would understand – yes, that would be appropriate, it would be fitting. This was the antithesis of music, the antithesis of noise. My brother’s death seemed to demand silence of all the world. Gianluca. ↗

— Antonella Gambotto-Burke

#bereavement #depression #despair #gassing #grief