She’s not dead. She’s a drama queen. Wants attention.

All discomfort comes from suppressing your true identity.

It’s like my identity is an orbit that I’ve strayed far away from.

My identity might begin with the fact of my race, but it didn’t, couldn’t end there. At least that’s what I would choose to believe.

Identity is such a crucial affair that one shouldn’t rush into it.

Unless we base our sense of identity upon the truth of who we are, it is impossible to attain true happiness.

Human identity is the most fragile thing that we have, and it’s often only found in moments of truth.

Integrity simply means not violating one’s own identity.

Death ain’t nothing but a fastball on the outside corner.

What we know matters but who we are matters more.

Who wanted to reassure her? Mr. Nobley or the actual man, Actor X?

Without dignity, identity is erased.

I’ve lived too long with pain. I won’t know who I am without it.

I’m not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I’ve gotten from books.

I seem to have run in a great circle and met myself again on the starting line.

A girl should be two things: who and what she wants.

I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.

I don’t need to worry about identity theft because no one wants to be me.

People fear their hidden selves, afraid that they will burst out.