I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it.

Only hearts... They're in the inside of the inside of me.

I even move out onto the front porch and see my own limited view of the world. I want to take that world, and for the first time ever, I feel like I can do it. I’ve survived everything I’ve had to so far. I’m still standing here.

You can't eat books, sweetheart.

She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live.

The point is, Ilsa Hermann had decided to make suffering her triumph. When it refused to let go of her, she succumbed to it. She embraced it.

You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.