“Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds, it's like adrenaline: The pain is such a sudden rush for me!”

“I would like to meet myself sometime to see how I would look to myself. But I'd have to be in an extremely good state of mind on such a day, because I don't like unpleasantness.”

“Sometimes it frightens me how much I enjoy behaving like a complete cow.”

“I'm just like anyone. I cut and I bleed. And I embarass easily.”

“Sometimes I'm tired, sometimes I'm shot.
Sometimes I don't know how much more I've got.
Maybe I'm headed over the hill
Maybe I've set myself up for the kill.
Tell me how much do you think you can take
Until the heart in you is starting to break?
Sometimes it feels like it will.”

“How much of this truth can I bear to see and still live
unblinded?
How much of this pain
can I use?”

“I have heard sometimes that men who lose an arm of a leg still feel that pain in those limbs, though they are gone,' said Will. 'It is like that sometimes. I can feel Jem with me, though he is gone, and it is like I am missing a part of myself.”

“But when he’s cut, I bleed.”

“Life is long, and sometimes cruel. Sometimes victims are needed. Someone has to take on that role. And human bodies are fragile, easily damaged. Cut them, and they bleed.”

“To taste God’s air, the adrenaline rush on track, thousands of people all eyes on me, fans chanting a name not friendly to a foreign tongue, ‘It’s Amantle Moncho from Botswana!”