I find it impossible to experience either pride or shame over accidents of genetics in which I had no active part. I'm not necessarily proud to be female. I am not even proud to be human β I only love to be so.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes that one's identity, shaped by genetics, should not be a source of pride or shame, but rather appreciated.
Zadie Smith reflects on the concepts of pride and shame concerning one's inherent characteristics, such as gender or humanity itself. She suggests that these traits are accidents of genetics, and thus, people should not feel a sense of entitlement or guilt about them; instead, one should embrace the experience of being human and female with love and acceptance.
In practice
In a discussion about gender equality at a women's conference.
Because immigrants have always been particularly prone to repetition - it's something to do with that experience of moving from West to East or East to West or from island to island. Even when you arrive, you're still going back and forth; your children are going round and round. There's no proper term for it - original sin seems too harsh; maybe original trauma would be better.
You know, you don't expect everyone to be as educated as everyone else or have the same achievements, but you expect at least to be offered at least some of the opportunities, and libraries are the most simple and the most open way to give people access to books.
He did not consider if or how or why he loved them. They were just love: they were the first evidence he ever had of love, and they would be the last confirmation of love when everything else fell away.
We cannot be all the writers all the time. We can only be who we are. Which leads me to my second point: writers do not write what they want, they write what they can.
I think of reading like a balanced diet; if your sentences are too baggy, too baroque, cut back on fatty Foster Wallace, say, and pick up Kafka as roughage.
I never attended a creative writing class in my life. I have a horror of them.
Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than going to a garage makes you an automobile.
Truth uncompromisingly told will always have its ragged edges.
God seems to have left the receiver off the hook and time is running out.
The essence of the question is the opening up, and keeping open, of possibilities.
The truth is this: the Earth cannot provide enough food and fresh water for 10 billion people, never mind homes, never mind roads, hospitals and schools.
I think of life as an inn where I have to stay until the abyss coach arrives. I don't know where it will take me, for I know nothing.
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