“Do we really know anybody? Who does not wear one face to hide another?”

“I never thought of clothes as having a life of their own -but they do. We all wear an outer layer to hide who we really are.”

“What do we know but that we face one another in this place?”

“Does anybody know how I feel?Sometimes I'm numb...Sometimes I'm overcome...Does anybody care what's going on?Do I have to wear my scarsLike a badge on my arm?For you to see meI need to release”

“When we're in the story, when we're part of it, we can't know the outcome. It's only later that we think we can see what the story was. But do we ever really know? And does anybody else, perhaps, coming along a little later, does anybody else really care? ... History is written by the survivors, but what is that history? That's the point I was trying to make just now. We don't know what the story is when we're in it, and even after we tell it we're not sure. Because the story doesn't end.”

“The average man, who does not know what to do with his life, wants another one which will last forever.”