“I wanted to protect him, which I was sure I could do, even if I could not protect myself.”

“That was the day I realized that he could not cope and I could not cope and, emotionally, he could take me down with him. And I discovered in myself an awful determination not to let that happen. From that moment, I was determined to get him out of his apartment and under professional eyes, or, failing that, to protect myself. How to protect myself, I didn’t know. Hire help over his objections? Take him to court and seek to have him declared incompetent? Report him to Adult Protective Services? Use my ownership of his apartment to force him out? All I knew was that, at that point, I believed myself capable of doing such things, or even of washing my hands of the situation if he would not listen to reason. I imagined telling an indignant world that I had tried my best and could do no more. You have no idea what a thing it is to have that sort of conversation with yourself about a parent.”

“. . . how could I protect myself? I had the Viking's scabbard, but not the sword; I had the Buddhist's robe, but not the faith.”

“I want to be......A prince......Not a Princess!I don't want to be protected! When I'm a prince I'll do the protecting!”

“If I can protect, I want to protect.”

“I want to protect the fans. I want to protect this music scene. We must protect the world before it gets any worse. And I can only do that through the band, the GazettE"-Reita”