#identity

I am a person before I am anything else. I never say I am a writer. I never say I am an artist...I am a person who does those things. ↗

— Edward Gorey

#work #artists

I don't believe everything happens for a reason. But I still search for reasons anyway. It's like I don't want to admit that maybe everything really is totally random...that people are just molecules in the air, bumping into each other and floating away again." -p150, NOTES TO SELF ↗

— Avery Sawyer

#identity #memory #people #soul-searching #teen

At what point in our lives do we stop blurring? When do we become crisp individuals? What must we do in order to end these fuzzy identities - to clarify just who it is we really are? -Richard ↗

— Douglas Coupland

#identity #life #life

Are you going to wolf out and eat me now?" "Certainly not, you'd be stringy and hard to digest." "But kosher." "I'll be sure to point any Jewish lycanthropes in your direction. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#kosher-foods #teasing #food

New Orleans, city of roaches, city of decay, city of our family, and of happy, happy people. ↗

— Anne Rice

#life #family

Why not? It's true. My best hope is to not disgrace myself and..." He hesitates. And what?" I say. I don't know how to say it exactly. Only... I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?" he asks. I shake my head. How could he die as anyone but himself? "I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not." I bite my lip feeling inferior. While I've been ruminating on the availability of trees, Peeta has been struggling with how to maintain his identity. His purity of self. "Do you mean you won't kill anyone?" I ask. No, when the time comes, I'm sure I'll kill just like everybody else. I can't go down without a fight. Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to... to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games," says Peeta. But you're not," I say. "None of us are. That's how the Games work." Okay, but within that frame work, there's still you, there's still me," he insists. "Don't you see?" A little, Only... no offense, but who cares, Peeta?" I say. I do. I mean what else am I allowed to care about at this point?" he asks angrily. He's locked those blue eyes on mine now, demanding an answer. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#identity #change

Don’t bother calling the cops, because nobody can find me here. I know, because after all these years, I’m still trying to find myself.
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— Jarod Kintz

#cops #find-myself #identity #introspective #police

This is the postmodern desert inhabited by people who are, in effect, consuming themselves in the form of images and abstractions through which their desires, sense of identity, and memories are replicated and then sold back to them as products ↗

— Larry McCaffrey

#consumerism #identity #memory #postmodernism #capitalism

A stack of graham crackers represents me as a person: am I a cookie or a cracker? Neither. Both. I’m a crackie. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#identity #funny

The more fucked up you are, the more I like you. As long as you've managed to hold onto your identity through all the shit, then it won't matter how twisted you are. I will love you more for it. ↗

— Ashly Lorenzana

#experiences #fucked-up #humor #identity #love