“I have a meanness inside of me, real as an organ.”
“I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it.”
“Well you should care. About my past, I mean. Because who I am today is based on who I was, and what happened to me. You are in love with who you think I am, not the real me. Not the me who is broken inside.”
“It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.”
“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”
“Now smile a real smile for me so I know you`re not suffering inside.”