I don't mind if you don't like my manners. I don't like them myself. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them on long winter evenings.
-Philip Marlowe, The Big Sleep
For now I am my own again, my friend! This scar but points the whiteness of my breast; This frenzy, like its betters, spins an end, And now I am my own. And that is best. Therefore, I am immeasurably grateful To you, for proving shallow, false, and hateful.