I can be hurt, you know. I can get as exhausted as anybody else. I can feel so bad I want to cry, too.

My shadow is only half of what it should be." "Everyone has their shortcomings.

You said that the mind is like the wind but perhaps it is we who are like the wind Knowing nothing, simply blowing through. Never aging, never dying.

My heroes don't have anything special. They have something to tell other people but they don't know how, so they talk to themselves.

Not that running away's going to solve everything. I don't want to rain on your parade or anything, but I wouldn't count on escaping this place if I were you. No matter how far you run. Distance might not solve anything.

Exhaustion pays no mind to age or beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail and floods.

As with marathon runs and lengths of toilet paper, there had to be standards to measure up to.