Who am I? I'm a man, an American, a father, a teacher, but most of all, I am a person who knows how the arts can change lives, because they transformed mine. I was a dancer.

Who am I? I am who I say I am and tomorrow someone else entirely. You are too nostalgic, you want memory to secure you, console you. The past is a bore. What matters is only oneself and what one creates from what one has learned. Imagination uses what it needs and discards the rest-- where you want to erect a museum. Don't hoard the past, Astrid. Don't cherish anything. Burn it. The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge.

Who am I? I am that. Nothing can change that. Words, intellect and concepts can never reach that. It is the perfect silence without vibration.

Who am I? How did I come into the world? Why was I not consulted?

Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?

Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?

Who am I, that you should love me?

Who am I, really? The search for an answer produces feelings of alienation and anxiety and can only be relieved when one accepts that inner self and receives public recognition for it.

Who am I, really? I prefer to leave that up to the observer, because I will never finish answering that.

Who am I, if I'm not this singer with big high notes? I identify with my voice. But I'm more than just the acrobatics.

Who am I to say anybody can't do what they want to do and create their own destiny if they believe in something?

Who am I to say CM Punk is a joke?

Who am I to pass judgment? Judgment has been passed on me, but I adhere to, 'Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.'

Who am I to judge? Who are you to pass verdicts? Who puts us on the bench? Have we heard all the evidence, or the hundredth part of it? Is there any possibility of us doing so? Are we not all equally in the dock? There is something tragically comic about the spectacle of one human being judging another.

Who am I to judge? We are all building our own worlds, growing our abilities, and forming relationships. How else do people learn but by experience and practice?

Who am I to judge is what I say. I'm 90 years old, for crying out loud, and I don't sit in any chariot.

Who am I to judge a life misspent?

Who am I to judge a gay person?

Who am I to deny gravity, Aurora? When you shine brighter than any constellation in the sky?