There’s a part of me that is unfamiliar to myself. And I keep finding myself there.
The artist strives to reflect the desolation and anxiety that accompanies one’s loss of identity.
You’re the only person who really knows who I am and still likes me anyway.[to Luther]
You don’t get to quit who you are.
You can hide your identity, but you can’t hide who you are.
No one is responsible for the family they are born into. All that matters is who they decide to be.
I know who I am, Linda. I know who I am and I’m all right with it. Finally. I can live with it.
Sometimes the best way to save someone is to be yourself.
I see you pretending to be something that you’re not. You don’t have to. You’re already perfect.[to Lucifer]
Being yourself, that is a magic stronger than any wish.
Who we were does not dictate who we will be. But often, it’s a pretty good indication.
Whatever’s in store for us, they can’t change what we mean to each other. Can’t erase what’s in our hearts. As long as we hold on to that… we’ve beaten Crisis before it even begins.