Understand: as children and young adults, we are taught to conform to certain codes of behavior and ways of doing things. We learn that being different comes with a social price.

I never set out to be weird. It was always other people who called me weird.

I don’t eat with beautiful women alone.

When you put on a uniform, there are certain inhibitions that you accept.

Every utopia – let’s just stick with the literary ones – faces the same problem: What do you do with the people who don’t fit in?

Genteel women suppose that those things do not really exist about which it is impossible to talk in polite company.

Men weren’t always happy for me. It was very challenging to watch a woman be so successful.

My peers, lately, have found companionship through means of intoxication – it makes them sociable. I, however, cannot force myself to use drugs to cheat on my loneliness – it is all that I have – and when the drugs and alcohol dissipate, will be all that my peers have as well.

The last proceeding of reason is to recognize that there is an infinity of things which are beyond it. There is nothing so conformable to reason as this disavowal of reason.

Being politically correct means saying what’s polite rather than what’s accurate. I like to be accurate.

If we help an educated man’s daughter to go to Cambridge are we not forcing her to think not about education but about war? – not how she can learn, but how she can fight in order that she might win the same advantages as her brothers?

I’m a woman, and anytime you tell a woman that she looks nice, it’s not going to upset her.

It is impossible, in our condition of Society, not to be sometimes a Snob.

To hard necessity ones will and fancy must conform.

People have really gotten comfortable not only sharing more information and different kinds, but more openly and with more people – and that social norm is just something that has evolved over time.

Too often the strong, silent man is silent only because he does not know what to say, and is reputed strong only because he has remained silent.

Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent.

Man as an individual is a genius. But men in the mass form the headless monster, a great, brutish idiot that goes where prodded.

No people is wholly civilized where a distinction is drawn between stealing an office and stealing a purse.

Just as the humble, unassuming, assenting ‚O.K.‘ has deposed the more affirmative ‚Yes,‘ so the little cringe and hesitation and approximation of ‚like‘ are a help to young people who are struggling to negotiate the shoals and rapids of ethnic identity, the street, and general correctness.

In order to be an immaculate member of a flock of sheep, one must above all be a sheep oneself.

Everybody around me had a Snapchat, and I said I would never get on it. I’m still on Instagram, you know? They convinced me to get Snapchat.

We forfeit three-quarters of ourselves in order to be like other people.

In America everybody is of the opinion that he has no social superiors, since all men are equal, but he does not admit that he has no social inferiors, for, from the time of Jefferson onward, the doctrine that all men are equal applies only upwards, not downwards.

Most people are happy being average. Most are happy being faceless in a sea of faces.

Arguments are extremely vulgar, for everyone in good society holds exactly the same opinion.

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

If he invited you out, he’s got to pay.

It’s considered acceptable in our culture to approach perfect strangers, as often or not who may be in extremis, and evangelise. I don’t see why that’s considered a normal thing.

When you’re just like everybody else, you’ve nothing to offer other than your conformity.

Mathematics takes us into the region of absolute necessity, to which not only the actual word, but every possible word, must conform.

Why does your mind conform? Have you ever asked? Are you aware that you are conforming to a pattern? It doesn’t matter what that pattern is, whether you have established a pattern for yourself or it has been established for you.

The respected intellectuals are those who conform and serve power interests.

Black men don’t like to be called ‚boys,‘ but women accept being called ‚girls.‘

I don’t have much patience for people who are self-conscious about the act of eating, and it irritates me when someone denies themselves the pleasure of a bloody hunk of steak or a pungent French cheese because of some outdated nonsense about what’s appropriate or attractive.

Nothing is as approved as mediocrity, the majority has established it and it fixes its fangs on whatever gets beyond it either way.

There are many times when a woman will ask another girl friend how she likes her new hat. She will reply, ‚Fine,‘ but slap her hand to her forehead the minute the girl leaves to yipe, ‚What a horror!‘

Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth.

The unsaid rule for living in a trailer park is: ‚If the door’s shut, don’t come a-knockin.‘ But if it’s open and you’re walkin‘ by, feel free to say, ‚Hello.‘

Let’s face it. No kid in high school feels as though they fit in.

I was a very shy character, always feeling uncomfortable because everybody was stronger than I, and always afraid I would look like a sissy. Everybody else played baseball; everybody else did all kinds of athletic things.

The more things are forbidden, the more popular they become.

A consistent thinker is a thoughtless person, because he conforms to a pattern; he repeats phrases and thinks in a groove.

It is hard to be an individual in Japan.

We are so conformist; nobody is thinking. We are all sucking up stuff; we have been trained to be consumers, and we are all consuming far too much.

We are justified in enforcing good morals, for they belong to all mankind; but we are not justified in enforcing good manners, for good manners always mean our own manners.

We are second-hand people. We have lived on what we have been told, either guided by our inclinations, our tendencies, or compelled to accept by circumstances and environment. We are the result of all kinds of influences, and there is nothing new in us, nothing that we have discovered for ourselves: nothing original, pristine, clear.

It’s very strange to go to cities like London and New York. People walk so quickly, they seem to be in a hurry all the time. And you don’t say ‚Hi‘ to everyone you meet, and you don’t smile to everyone you meet, because there’s just so many. Which is also very strange.

You aren’t normal if you sing to people. You aren’t a normal person. It’s nerve-racking.

Consciously or unconsciously most of us adhere to what is expected of our role because we realize our social success depends on this. Some may refuse to play this game, but in the end they are marginalized and forced to play the outsider role, with limited options and decreasing freedom as they get older.

You should do what other people do, unless you have a very good reason not to.

At a formal dinner party, the person nearest death should always be seated closest to the bathroom.

For how many things, which for our own sake we should never do, do we perform for the sake of our friends.

People like me were supposed to be into exclusivity, unapproachable. That’s what I hate most. I think it’s very demode.

Shame may restrain what law does not prohibit.

Throughout my years in business, I discovered something. I would always ask why you do things. The answers that I would invariably get are: ‚Oh, that’s just the way things are done around here.‘ Nobody knows why they do what they do. Nobody thinks very deeply about things in business.

The English don’t like concepts, really, not from a pop star. It’s alright if they come from an ‚intellectual,‘, but from a pop star you’re getting ahead of yourself. Part of the class game is that you shouldn’t rise above your station, and to start talking about concepts if you’re in the pop world is getting a bit uppity, isn’t it?

I’m gradually beginning to feel that we Chinese need to be controlled. If we’re not being controlled, we’ll just do what we want.

I remember straightening my hair because I wanted to be like everybody else, and now the fact that anybody would emulate what I do? It’s just funny.

Well, they’re Southern people, and if they know you are working at home they think nothing of walking right in for coffee. But they wouldn’t dream of interrupting you at golf.

All cultures have these feelings about non-functional areas of activity. And the more time people have on their hands, the more they commit it to those areas.