“Why am I afraid to tell you who I am? I am afraid to tell you who I am, because, if I tell you who I am, you may not like who I am, and it's all that I have...”

“I am afraid to show you who I really am, because if I show you who I really am, you might not like it--and that's all I got.”

“I am not who you think I am; I am not who I think I am; I am who I think you think I am ”

“Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of the earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who love love?”

“Then why didn't you tell her. She calls me telling me she loves me telling me that I'm everything to her. She says that you've opened her eyes to who I really am, but does she know who I really am Lexi? Does anyone other than you know who I am?”

“I am not who you thik I am,' I say. 'Who are you?' 'I am number Four.”