“Well, I don’t know. Mostly I just suck up what life throws my way, stomp on it, and then keep going. I don’t dwell much on what I am or how I got this way. It just is. I just am. I’m Max, and whatever form I take, it’s good enough for me.”

“I’m not ashamed of what I am - of how I pass through this life. What I am has given me the strength to do it. At my lowest ebb I have never contemplated suicide. I value what is here too much. I have a contribution to make. I am not just take up space in this life. I can add something to the lives I touch. I don’t like everything I know about myself, and I’ll never be satisfied, but nobody’s perfect. I’m not sure where the next years will take me - what they will hold - but I’m open to suggestions.”

“I am not going to allow myself not to perform well just because I don’t feel well. I am bulletproof to the extent that a lot of things can be thrown at me, but it’s about how much I am prepared to let them affect me.”

“A girl’s got to use what she’s given and I’m not going to make a guy drool the way a Britney video does. So I take it to extremes. I don’t say I dress sexily on stage - what I do is so extreme. It’s meant to make guys think: ‘I don’t know if this is sexy or just weird.”

“I’m over here in my unit, isolated and alone, eating my terrible tasting food, and I have to look over at that. That looks like the most fun I’ve ever seen in my entire life, and it’s B.S. - excuse my language. I’m just saying that I wash and dry; I’m like a single mother. Look, we all know home-ec is a joke—no offense—it’s just that everyone takes this class to get an A, and it’s bullshit—and I’m sorry. I’m not putting down your profession, but it’s just the way I feel. I don’t want to sit here, all by myself, cooking this shitty food—no offense—and I just think that I don’t need to cook tiramisu. When am I gonna need to cook tiramisu? Am I going to be a chef? No. There’s three weeks left of school, give me a fuckin’ break! I’m sorry for cursing.”

“It remains to be seen to which side I'm gonna lean.Which road will I choose, what will I gain, what will I lose?Am I gonna come to my senses and see the lightin letting go of what I want in order to do what's right?Oh but right by whom? By me or by you?It’s just a crossroads. Is the light red or is it green?I’m getting mixed signals, I really don’t know what they mean.If I wasn’t temporarily blind, if I could only take one look I know I’d findhow simple it all is. How much do I really own this?Is enough not enough? Am I really in love? Or is it nothing but a test?Well if you wanna try me go ahead and be my guest.Cos I myself would like to know which way we're to go.I guess it’s undecided yet so I’ll take it slow,but as I regain my sight, I know I will do what’s right.Indeed it’s just a crossroads. Now that I’m willing to clearly seethings for what they really are and not what I’d like them to be.There’s nothing left to think about. I know the way now, I’ve no more doubt.I let go and release. You do the same for me, please.”