“No, I am that I am, and they that levelAt my abuses, reckon up their own;I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel.--Sonnet 121”
“I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita.”
“I am soooo excited, I am over-excited. I'm hysterical, I may have to slap my own face in a minute at this rate.”
“I was like, Am I gay? Am I straight? And I realized...I'm just slutty. Where's my parade?”
“I am every age, up to my own.”
“The Lady may favoryou, but at least I am in charge of my own destiny.”