“But I am not perfect in my way of putting thingsBecause I lack the divine simplicityOf being only what I appear to be.”

“I was not born perfect, I didn't grow into perfection, I will not die a person molded to perfection. I am only myself No matter what I am me, I have dreams likes and dislikes. I have my own mind and words. What you see is only a snap shot of me. What you know is only that second for we are ever changing, growing, and human”

“There is a certain way of being human that is my way. I am called upon to live my life in this way, and not in imitation of anyone else's life. But this notion gives a new importance to being true to myself. If I am not, I miss the point of my life; I miss what being human is for me.”

“When I try to save other people am I trying to save myself? Am I covering up for my lack of strength by putting people back together?”

“Not a perfect soul, I am perfecting. Not a human being, I am a human becoming.”

“I see now that the path I choose through the maze makes me what I am. I am not only a thing, but also a way of being—one of many ways—and knowing the paths I have followed and the ones left to take will help me understand what I am becoming.”