“How are you still sane?""Who says I am? I only stopped asking myself the escape question when the walls started to answer me."Shit.”

“Everyday I asked a question to myself.... Is that what you want? And the answer comes... NO, this is what the god wants.And i still dont have the answer....”

“When I'm ninety, I want you to tell me that it's my turn to ask you a question, and if that miracle happens, then my question is going to be, 'Do you still love me?' and I hope that answer will still be yes.”

“If I am not for myself, who will be for me? But if I am only for myself, who am I? If not now, when? ”

“I have loved and lost in so many different ways. And I have died endless deaths… So when I ask myself, the question today, who am I? My answer is…I do not know.”

“Oh, baby, don’t ask me that question. I know exactly who and what I am…and more to the point, what I’m capable of. How dare you bring your prissy little ass into one of my clubs and pull this shit. You’re lucky you’re still breathing. (Savitar)”