“Pop, I'm nothing! I'm nothing, Pop. Can't you understand that? There's no spite in it any more. I'm just what I am, that's all.”
“you know...uh I'm a singer... pop singer... i'm white”
“If you're single, then I'm single?" What's that supposed to be? Lyrics to a pop song?”
“Not "I'm sorry,Ericka," or "I suck," or "I lost all the feeling in my fingers and couldn't dial a telephone." Nothing!I can't believe what I'm hearing.In fact, I can't believe what I'm not hearing.”
“There is nothing to talk about" she said. "I'm just a freak that's all.”
“I'm not anyone, I'm just myself; whatever I am, I am something, and now I'm something you can't help.”