Am I living or dead? You talk nonsense, my dear! There is no such a thing! You just think like a human is all, believe me.

Don't you listen to the trolls, sweetheart, don't you listen when they tells you what you must be, what you can't do, what you don't know. Who do you think you are? it says.  Who do you think you are, to speak?  Who do you think you are?

Through all the strain designed to break us down, through all the scuffles of a life constrained, one truth remains unchanged, one love remains.

If somebody read me the script of my life I’d think they were nuts, keep my distance.  I’d pity their madness, I’d offer them rife and strongly misguided assistance.