“You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying, organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile.”

“You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of the same compost heap. We're all singing, all dancing crap of the world.”

“You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.”

“You are not special. Your are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.”

“...it’s just another one of those things I don’t understand: everyone impresses upon you how unique you are, encouraging you to cultivate your individuality while at the same time trying to squish you and everyone else into the same ridiculous mould. It’s an artist’s right to rebel against the world’s stupidity.”

“You are not a beautiful, unique snowflake... This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.”