“I have no idea what I am talking about
I'm trapped in this body and can't get out”

“I write to find out what I'm talking about.”

“I'm not saying it's a bad idea, I'm not saying it's a great idea. I just want to talk about this…I'm not going to pocket it; we're going to talk about it.”

“I am a lesbian trapped in a man's body.”

“Get up guys. We’ve got a visit to pay.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I am not hanging out with Blake Lazar again.”

“I know who I am. Bloody hell, I'm getting enough bills for Karl Pilkington so I hope I am him, 'cos if I'm not, I have no idea who I'm paying for.”

“I try to convince myself that it's the alcohol talking. But alcohol can't talk. It just sits there. It can't even get itself out of the bottle.”

“You can't go back, Ever. You can't change the past. It just is." I squint, having no idea what she's talking about. But just as I start to ask, she shakes her head and says, "This is our destiny. Not yours.”

“I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from”

“The Augusteum warns me not to get attached to any obsolete ideas about who I am, what I represent, whom I belong to, or what function I may once have intended to serve.”