“Why do we have to behave like idiots to prove we're not a stereotype? Why do we have to rebel against ourselves? Enjoy the freedom to be shy”

“I ask myself, "Why am I so serious?" Everyone else asks me, "Why are you such a joker?”

“Biscuits, biscuits: wherefore art thou biscuits? Hath mine beloved hidden thou once more from mine eyes? Alas, mine coffee cries out. Lo!”

“Modesty is a state of the heart. It veils the tongue. It clothes us in good manners. It envelops us with the best of behaviour.”

“We can't continue treating people like monsters and then wondering why they have so few reservations about doing monstrous things.”

“Why is everyone being all quiet?" the Kid asks. "Are we having a staring contest? If so, you should have told me because I wasn't quite ready yet.”

“I sit up straighter and puff out my chest a little bit, unsure why I'm doing so even as I do it. I know when I speak I'll have dropped my voice an octave to make myself seem more manly, and when I shake he hand, my grip will be tight and strong. Stupid, I know, but I'm a guy. It's what we do.”