We have always found the Irish a bit odd. They refuse to be English. Read Summary
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Read Summary
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another. Read Summary
Such as we are made of, such we be. Read Summary
I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee! Read Summary
The ego is only an illusion, but a very influential one. Letting the ego-illusion become your identity can prevent you from knowing your true self. Ego, the false idea of believing that you are what you have or what you do, is a backwards way of assessing and living life. Read Summary
I love tattoos. And mine symbolise who I really am. I have a Samurai on my left arm. At a subconscious level, I connect to this warrior and model myself on his discipline, skills and honour. There is also a tribal tattoo and a Chinese symbol of faith. I have seen a lot of people getting tattoos just because it's a trend. Read Summary
I'm 23 years old. I might just be my mother's child, but in all reality, I'm everybody's child. Nobody raised me; I was raised in this society. Read Summary
Do you want to know who you are? Don't ask. Act! Action will delineate and define you. Read Summary
The things that we love tell us what we are. Read Summary
What a man is is an arrow into the future, and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from. Read Summary
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am. Read Summary
I've begun to think like a Jew, to feel like a Jew. Read Summary
Once you label me you negate me. Read Summary
In the black culture, certain kids are given nicknames that they roll with forever; the nicknames outweigh their real names. I'm one of those scenarios. Read Summary
If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man, he would have made me so in the first place. Read Summary
God made me an Indian. Read Summary
Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country? Read Summary
I am a red man. If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place. Read Summary
The line between what I really am, and what I am on reel, is slowly diminishing. Read Summary