“I daresay with age comes the inclination not to care much what others think.”

“I care not what others think of what I do, but I care very much about what I think of what I do! That is character!”

“This is bullshit. You think I care what other people think? What does age have to do with it? Why can't you be that girl? As for what I want to do with my life, why can't I figure that out with you?”

“I daresay you haven't had much practice. When I was your age I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes, I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”

“I do not care so much what I am to others as I care what I am to myself.”

“You don't care what people think," he said.She couldn't tell from the way he emphasized the words if he was asking a question or making an observation. Still, she felt obliged to answer."Of course I care. To a certain extent we all care, but we can't care to the point that we live in fear of others' opinion, that we allow them to change who we are. We must be willing to stand up and defend what represents the very core of our being. Otherwise what is the purpose of individuality? We'd be nothing but imitations of each other, and I daresay we'd all be rather boring.”