“What am I going to do with you?
I have suggestions, but this might not be the place for them.”

“I continued the arrangement, so whatever was on my mind, and the reason I probably can't give you a better reflection of what I was doing on the 19th of January is because I didn't do it. I am sure there are some mornings you get up and you think I might do this or I might do that and then you don't do them so, its hard to remember.”

“I was at a point where I was ready to say I am what I am because of what I am and if you like me I'm grateful, and if you don't, what am I going to do about it?”

“You wonder what I am doing? Well, so do I, in truth. Days seem to dawn, suns to shine, evenings to follow, and then I sleep. What I have done, what I am doing, what I am going to do, puzzle and bewilder me. Have you ever been a leaf and fallen from your tree in autumn and been really puzzled about it? That's the feeling.”

“I think I might have to place you under arrest for trespassing.
But I always go easy on pretty girls who confess.”

“Mikhail?… Try making suggestions next time, or just plain asking. You go do whatever it is you're doing, and I'll go search you extensive library for a book on manners.
-You will not find it.
-Why am I not surprised?”

“If things do go badly, will I wonder for the rest of my life what I might have done to help?”

“I know because I read. Might I suggest you try it?”

“I'm going to do what I want to do. I'm going to be who I really am. And I'm going to figure out what that is.”

“Someone might object, "But you do not express yourself like Cicero". What of it? I am not Cicero. But I think I express my own self.”
Non exprimis, aliquis inquit, Ciceronem. Quid tum? Non enim sum Cicero; me tamen, ut opinor, exprimo.