"Whatever you are physically," he said, "male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy—all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are that flame." He smiled then, seeming to have come back to himself, slightly embarrased. "That’s what I believe."
When I was growing up I never really had someone I could look up to who spoke honestly. There’s so much fucking bullshit in the world. People are trying to project this wholesome and squeaky-clean image, and it’s fucking nonsense. I’d rather be honest. Maybe I’m not going to get any Disney movies, but I’d rather be that way.