You and I are the remains of an unfulfilled legacy, heirs to a kingdom of stolen identities and ragged confusion.

Knowing where you come from is just as important as knowing who you aren’t. You aren’t your own clone.

Yesterday Allison bought me nail polish in the annoying shade of mauve. How can anyone look at me and think mauve?

Don't stop being you. Don't let another cause you to compromise who you are. Stay kind and love everybody.

Absolute nakedness was intrusive, confusing to the senses. Paradoxically, it both revealed and diminished identity.

If the person we are is not aligned with what God requires of us, don't be yourself... be better than yourself!

Thus are many identities, over time, shown to be temporary alignments of components involved in a deeper allegiance.

I see that if you try to fit someone in a box, she might slip through the seams like water and become her own river.

They were two ruined souls doomed to wander their minds, if not the earth, trying to remember from whence they came.

Society and I share nothing. I never cared about who it said to be. The "game" is a plot to reshape you. As is fame.

What others think of us would be of little moment did it not, when known, so deeply tinge what we think of ourselves.

All this sea of humanity reassured me that as alien as i felt, there were always others in the world far odder than I

Being human makes us one. Being uniquely ourselves makes us individual." - Nancy S. Mure, Author of Unidentical Twins

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

Perhaps we have stopped ourselves from being invented, from self-realization, by blaming others for our wordlessness.