“Everybody seems to think I'm lazy
I don't mind, I think they're crazy.
Running everywhere at such a speed
Till they find there's no need.”

“You don't think I'm crazy?" I asked hesitantly.
"Like I'm one to judge another persons sanity.”

“I'm not stupid. I know everybody thinks I am. I just don't like answering their questions.”

“And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home.
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man.”

“I'm crazy," said Ender. "But I think I'm OK.”

“I don't mind you thinking I'm stupid, but don't talk to me like I'm stupid”

“C'mon everybody, yeah, this is your life
I'm talking about a revolution we gotta organize
We don't need no segregation, we don't need no race
New age revelation, I think we got a case.”

“I'm often asked what I think about as I run. Usually the people who ask this have never run long distances themselves. I always ponder the question. What exactly do I think about when I'm running? I don't have a clue.”

“Everybody must seem crazy if you see deep enough into their minds.”

“Do you think that you're beautiful?
Inside or outside? Mmmmm… outside I don't think about that too much because I realise that's all very superficial. I'm more concerned about inside, and inside I think I'm alright… I'm OK inside. I don't think I'm perfect and I don't call myself beautiful but I'm definitely not ugly inside. I've got friends who aren't that so called pleasant to look at but inside I think they're beautiful.”