“(...the non-conformist, how do you keep from getting scarred?)/i don’t! i got a scar here…and uh i got a scar on my knee…and uh a few scars on my soul.”

“I got a body covered in scars, but then who doesn’t? If you don’t have a few scars, you haven’t really lived.”

“I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.”

“You want to know how I got these scars. I swallowed my pride and then it crawled its way out of my mouth.”

“A SCAR SHOULDN’T REMIND YOU OF HOW YOU GOT HURT AND THE PAIN THAT CAME WITH IT…A SCAR SHOULD SIMPLY REMIND YOU THAT YOU SURVIVED”

“Do those scars cover the whole of you, like the stars and the moons on your dess? I though that would be pretty too, and I ask you right here please to agree with me that a scar is never ugly. That is what the scar makers want us to think. But you and I, we must make an agreement to defy them. "We must see all scars as beauty. OKay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on dying. A scar means, I survivied.”