Who are we if we can't protect them? We have to protect them.
We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new.
Real love's hard to come by. So you find a way to cope without it.
I don't feel so good Mr. Stark.
I am who I am. Why should I pretend to be someone else?
Some wounds do not close; I have many such. One just walks around with them and sometimes one can feel them filling with blood.
Alright, Richard, here's what we're going to do. We need a voice exemplar.
First name, "Mr." Last name, "Glass."