“What's wrong with you? I asked myself. You are a happy person. You are an upbeat sort of person. Men smile at you on the subway, women ask you what shampoo you use. Cheer up for Christ's sake, I told myself, relax, you're fine, be happy, Girl. When I talk to myself I call myself Girl.”

“You're all I care about," I said. "No. And me. The person I am when I'm with you, the way I see myself and know myself. That person who lives only when I'm with you.”

“I hated him calling you 'his girl.' Because I want you all to myself”

“Karma PoliceKarma policearrest this man,he talks in maths,he buzzes like a fridge,he’s like a detuned radio.Karma policearrest this girl,her Hitler hairdois making me feel illand we have crashed her party.This is what you get,this is what you get,this is what you get,when you mess with us.Karma policeI’ve given all I can,it’s not enough,I’ve given all I canbut we’re still on the payroll.This is what you get,this is what you get,this is what you get,when you mess with us.For a minute thereI lost myself, I lost myself.Phew, for a minute there,I lost myself, I lost myself.For a minute thereI lost myself, I lost myself.Phew, for a minute there,I lost myself, I lost myself.”

“As you yourself have said, what other explanation can there be?'Poirot stared straight ahead of him. 'That is what I ask myself,' he said. 'That is what I never cease to ask myself.”

“you shall be told what pleased me to-day in the writings ofHecato; it is these words: "What progress, you ask, have I made? I have begun to be a friend to myself." That wasindeed a great benefit; such a person can never be alone. You may be sure that such a man is a friend to all mankind.”