“If not us, then who?If not now, then when?”

“After so many years even the fire of passion dies, and with it what was believed the light of the truth. Who of us is able to say now whether Hector or Achilles was right, Agamemnon or Priam, when they fought over the beauty of a woman who is now dust and ashes?”

“If not now, when? If not you, who?”

“There are some of us who in after years say to Fate, 'Now deal us your hardest blow, give us what you will; but let us never again suffer as we suffered when we were children.' The barb in the arrow of childhood's suffering is this: its intense loneliness, its intense ignorance.”

“And finally this questionThe mystery of whose story it will be.Of who draws the curtain.Who is it that chooses our steps in the dance?Who drives us mad? Lashes us with whips and crowning us with victory when we survive the impossible.Who is it... that does all these things?Who honors those we love for thevery life we live?Who sends monsters to kill us, and at the same time sings that we'll never die?Who teaches us what's real and how tolaugh at lies?Who decides why we live and what we'll die to defend?Who chains us and who holds the key that can set us free?It's you...You have all the weapons you need...Now fight!”

“Really, it's not people who don't understand us who drive us nuts—it's when those who shouldn't, do.”