“Whatever the hell I am, I am Me.”
“A whore, we've established that, filthy, it goes without saying, but whatever else the hell I am, I AM NOT ENGLISH.”
“See? Even dead she makes me a better whatever-the-hell it is I am. A less stupid person. A more considerate monster.”
“Oh, Life, I am yours. Whatever it is you want of me, I am ready to give.”
“Names are illusions,” he growled. “Nonsensical labels seized upon by people to make them feel better about the intangibility of their puny existences. I am this. I am that,” he mocked. “I came from so and so. Ergo I am … whatever the blah-blah you want to claim. Bloody hell, spare me.”
“I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.”