Nothing but disaster follows from applause.

The whole world might know you and acclaim you, but someone in the past, forever unreachable, forever unknowing, spoils it all.

It gives me great pleasure indeed to see the stubbornness of an incorrigible nonconformist warmly acclaimed.

Penny wanted this kind of attention from the world. She wanted people everywhere to know her name and to love her. There, she'd admitted it aloud. But she couldn't do anything that would justify such massive public acclaim. She just needed a mentor, a teacher, someone to discover her.

You've always lived a life of pretense, not a real life-- a simulated existence, not a genuine existence. Everything about you, everything you are, has always been pretense, never genuine, never real.

Parents have a child, and in doing so they bring into the world a monster that kills everything it comes in contact with.