"well, its's true its true. i don't like to be hated, and i'll tell you one more thing: im catching skin under these nails, and i'm well acquainted with the floor. it's high time for a slow ambition. i'm sick of making all these stupid changed to a part that i play well. it is my wall to raise." "what if im the best i'll ever be? what if i'm an asshole forever? i know it's not a feather in my cap, but that's one less thing that i've got to carry. my sleeves are soaked and stained from that fat red valve that i left pinned too long, and now i've locked it away."