“I’m not important. Everyone will do just fine without me,” I say.“Who cares about everyone? What about me?”

“I began to realize that I had tended to avoid some people because of my instant conclusions about who they were and what they would have to say. I discovered that everyone, speaking honestly and openly, had important things to tell me.”

“...I want those perfect eyes and lips, and for everyone to look at me and gasp. And for everyone who sees me to think Who's that? and want to get to know me, and listen to what I say.""I'd rather have something to say.”

“Is everyone as wrong about me as I am about them?”

“I don't really care what people say about me. I'm fine with lies and rumors. It's the truth I don't want being told.”

“It must be awful to be on a team with a superstar, someone much better than everyone else. At least that’s how my teammates must feel about me. But who cares? They’re just my clones.”