“People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as 'nauseatingly miserable beyond repair'.”

“I'm ruined beyond repair, is what I fear… And if so, in time we'd both be wretched and bitter."
"I know people can be mended. Not all, and some more immediately than others. But some can be. I don't see why not you."
"Why not me?”

“I would have girls regard themselves not as adjectives but as nouns.”

“What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?”

“If I have to use an adjective to define myself, then I might use ‘cute’ but I don’t think I’m sexy. If people think that I’m sexy, then I’m happy.”

“The Self is beyond birth, death, gender, class, and religion - only the body wears those labels.”

“Labels are for cans, not people.”

“I do not think much of ages. People are people. What does it matter how old or young they are? It is a category, and I do not like categories. It is a sort of pigeonhole or a label.”

“People think I'm a miserable sod but it's only because I get asked such bloody miserable questions.”

“Nothing can be repaired or advanced but only accepted”