“I'm this superphilosophical kind of person. Stuck in a prison of abstract ideas and overpowering emotions, I have this personality that makes it really hard to survive.”
“The kind of person that thanks another person never survives. Have you learned nothing?”
“(Personal Note: I'm trying really hard to keep a straight face at this point)”
“I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.”
“I'm not basically a happy person, but I have all kinds of joy.”
“Who am I really? Am I still the same person if I'm not even technically a person anymore? Does being stronger make me different? Will it?”