Most Of Those Who Spend Their Lives

"liberating" Is A Gay Word, So Let's Phrase It This Way: I Know Everything About Me And Still Manage To Be Good Friends With Myself, So Nothing Anyone Says That's Truthful About Me Ever Bothers Me.

There Were People Whom I Considered Friends Or Loved Ones Who Either Abandoned Me Or Betrayed Me In Ways I'd Never Have Suspected. But There Were Others Who Had Been Barely Acquaintances Of Mine Whose Loyalty And Efforts On My Behalf Made Me Realize That Not Everyone Was As Inherently Rotten As I'd Previously Believed. So It Caused A Violent Split In My View Of Humanity - People Turned Out To Be Far Worse And Far Better Than I'd Ever Dreamed Possible.

He Who Trades His Identity For Money Will One Day Wind Up With Neither.

I'll Hit Anyone Who's Seriously Threatening My Life... That's What Happened, And That's What Sent Me To Prison.

Negative Opinions About Me Don't Faze Me Unless I Respect The Person Giving The Opinion, Which Is Rare. And If It's Someone I Respect, I Usually Take Heed Of What They're Saying. But If I Don't Respect Them, Which I Usually Don't, What's The Point?