Despite everything, no one can dictate who you are to other people.

Despite the successes, you remember the failures - rather lovingly.

The ideas dictate everything, you have to be true to that or you're dead.

There's a dark side to everything.

I can't let other people dictate how I see myself.

That's called a microphone. It's a big sausage that picks up everything you say - and you're starting early.