“I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am.”

“I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love. I am still so naive; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please don’t ask me who I am. A passionate fragmentary girl, maybe?”

“Even if I don't like what I am, I know what I am. My children like what they are, but they don't know what they are. So tell me which is worse.”

“I like what I like and not what I'm supposed to like because of mass rating. And I very much dislike the things I don't like.”

“I think I dislike what I don't like more than I like what I like.”

“I don't care what the editor likes or dislikes, I care what the people like.”

“Ask me not where I live or what I like to eat… Ask me what I am living for and what I think is keeping me from living fully that.”

“I don't like this," he said. I don't like knowing you can't forgive me, Claire. Please, I said I was sorry, what do you want me to do? Beg? I will. I'll get on my knees right here if you want.”

“Pretty pretty please,
Don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than
Fuckin' perfect?
Pretty pretty please,
If you ever ever feel
Like you're nothing,
You're fuckin' perfect to me.”

“If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail, ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for.”