I just wanted to go to...some quiet place. To forget. To be someone else.

When someone is pretending to be something, or hiding who they are or what they believe, they're really more...protecting themselves.

How many of them have secrets they don't want the world to know? How many of them wear masks wherever they go? We're anything but typical.

It’s something I never knew about her. How bizarre that you can know your entire life, see their most hidden pains and hopes, and not know the tiniest detail about them.

I have never been visited by the fear that he's stale, ... Through him, I get to bring to light a lot of things I think about, myself.

I guess Frasier and I have always looked for the same thing in life: being happy and making an honest living, trying to do some good in the world and changing a few minds if we can. Or at least lifting somebody's burden for a time.