“I'm sure there are aspects of my personality buried within me that will surface as soon as I know I am completely loved.”

“I'm sure the red fern has grown and has completely covered the two little mounds. I know it is still there, hiding its secret beneath those long, red leaves, but it wouldn't be hidden from me for part of my life is buried there, too.Yes, I know it is still there, for in my heart I believe the legend of the sacred red fern.”

“Some days I am the complete third person- the secret agent. Nobody knows I'm there, yet I know everything.”

“I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough..”

“You think you know me, but I'm not sure that even I know who I am anymore.”

“I know I'm bitter and a little jaded, and mildly enjoy it, but am I a sad person? Am I happy? I plan on being happy in the future for sure, but it isn't here yet. So what does that make me, exactly?”