“How many times have I told you? Polite persons do not take supper in the nude.”

“How many times have I told you not to believe everything you hear? Seek truth for yourself.”

“How many times have I failed before? How many times have I stood here like this, in front of my own image, in front of my own person, trying to convince him not to be scared, to go on, to get out of this rut? How many times before I finally convince myself, how many private, erasable deaths will I need to die, how may self-murders is it going to take, how many times will I have to destroy myself before I learn, before I understand?”

“How many times have I told you not to hit people in the face. You kick them in the body where it doesn't show.”

“How many times before I finally convince myself, how many private, erasable deaths will I need to die, how many self-murders is it going to take, how many times will I have to destroy myself before I learn, before I understand?”

“How many times would you do it, you think? How many times would you sacrifice yourself for good?”“Every time,” I answer automatically.”