I think I'll take a bath in his blood.

I'm here to serve God and be of service. I'm nothing; everything out here is a lot bigger than me.

I guess I'm going to fade into Bolivian.

This white woman came up to me, and I'm thinking, WOW. When I was a kid, she would have been robbed and raped and left for dead. This is a real strange scenario, and I just wanted to cry. I'm like, "Who am I? Where's my heritage?

My power is discombobulatingly devastating. It's ludricrous these mortals even attempt to enter my realm.

I'm a historian, and that freaks me out.

I don't want to be grotesque, but when you're 330 pounds, it's hard to wipe your a-. You know?