That's the trouble with being me. At this point, nobody gives a damn what my problem is. I could literally have a tumor on the side of my head and they'd be like, 'Yeah, big deal. I'd eat a tumor every morning for the kinda money you're pulling down.'

Riddle me this, riddle me that. Who's afraid of the big black bat?

You are the vanguard of knowledge and consciousness; a new wave in a vast ocean of possibilities.

If you give up on your dreams, what's left?

Either you're the one erasing or you're the one being erased.

Your need for acceptance can make you invisible in this world. Risk being seen in all of your glory.

Uh uh uh, turning the car into oncoming traffic... is counterproductive!