Wally: For thousands of generations, the males in my family practiced selective breeding. The goal was to produce offspring that leave no biometric impression: no pulse, no fingerprint, no DNA.
Dilbert: Why?
Wally: We like to ask "Why not?"
Dilbert: Why?
Wally: We like to ask "Why not?"
— Dilbert
You couldn't pick her out of a lineup of one.
— Maebe on George Michael's girlfriend Ann, Arrested Development
He was...he was 'about'. He was about twenty, or about thirty. On Watch reports across the continent he was anywhere between, oh, six feet two inches tall and five feet nine inches tall, hair all shades from mid-brown to blond, and his lack of distinguishing features included his entire face. He was about...average.
— A description of Moist von Lipwig, Going Postal
"There are some people who leave impressions not so lasting as the imprint of an oar upon the water."
— Robert, The Awakening
Twenty people saw a man, and not a single one can describe him apart from being bald with a...tattoo on the back of his neck.
— Detective Faulkner, Hitman: Absolution
Not being noticed. It's a kind of death. The hot girls know every eye is on them. The jocks showboat. Even the geeks get bullied. But not to be seen at all? Makes sense, I guess. I wasn't good looking... wasn't ugly. In fact... I wasn't much of anything.
— Basil Karlo, Batman: The Dark Knight #24 - Captive Audience
You don't stand out in a crowd. In fact, you don't stand out at all. People just don't notice you unless you make some kind of fuss. Naturally, such unobtrusiveness comes in handy; while bystanders are paying attention to more-memorable folk, you're off checking facts, investigating details or slipping objects into your trenchcoat. Being bland has advantages.
— The Unobtrusive merit, Mage: The Ascension - Guide To The Technocracy
The weird thing about the prisoner's smile is that Dr Armstrong recognizes the expression but can't be certain what it looks like: whether Fabian is displaying a pearly-white row of teeth or keeping his lips sealed, whether his eyes are blue, green, or brown, whether his hair is curly or straight. He can look at the prisoner and try to memorize his appearance and an instant later, all the details will have slipped his mind.
Take Bradley the Buyer. Best narcotics agent in the industry. Anyone would make him him for junk. (Note: Make in the sense of dig or size up) I mean, he can walk up to a pusher and score direct. He is so anonymous, grey and spectral the pusher doesn't remember him afterwards. So he twists one after the other.
He was average.
Nothing remarkable about him at all except his total and complete averageness. Good-looking. Average height and weight. Middle-aged, maybe thirty-five, maybe forty-five. Hair halfway between blond and brown, halfway between short and long. He wore a pair of nondescript jeans, a dark plaid shirt, scuffed white sneakers.
He was the kind of guy who would disappear into a crowd instantly. The kind of guy who would blend.
—Animorphs #40: The Other
I guess I don't really look like Woody Allen, especially since I got my contacts. But what do I look like? Kind of skinny. Kind of tall. Brown hair, shaved at the neck, floppy in the front. I look like everybody and nobody.
— Grady', Parrotfish
"So this is what you look like. Many of us have wondered during the past two or three years. How much speculation there's been! How many contradictions... 'He's tall, you know; no, he's of medium height. He's blond; no, he has dark black hair. Very light blue eyes, of course; no, quite clearly, they are brown. His features are sharp; no, they're really quite ordinary, can't pick him out in a crowd.' But nothing was ordinary. It was all extraordinary. Your features have been softened, the character submerged. Change your hair, you change your face... Certain types of contact lenses are designed to alter the colour of the eyes... Wear glasses, you're a different man. Visas, passports... switched at will."
