“I am crushed by your poor opinionBut will endeavor to carry on.”

“I am mountains that crush. I am waves that crash. I am storms that shatter. I am the end.”

“I endeavored to renounce society, that I might avoid temptation. But it was a poor religion; so far as it prevailed, only tended to make me gloomy, stupid, unsociable, and useless.”

“It's just my humble opinionBut it's one that I believe inYou don't deserve a point of viewIf the only thing you see is you”

“Oh, Fortuna, blind, heedless goddess, I am strapped to your wheel,' Ignatius belched, 'Do not crush me beneath your spokes. Raise me on high, divinity.”

“It's just that I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.”