There are 3 types of people.

- You… were with me, love. Very much with me. I remember it so well, because that was the day I told your father I was pregnant. You weren’t planned and you know we weren’t married. I was dreading telling him, but… it turned out to be a wonderful day. It was the first time I saw you. It’s true.I was sick with nerves. I wasn’t sure how your father would react. Being pregnant was bad news, really. We’d made plans. And then… I saw you. This… beautiful child at the window looking in. This… face. I knew it was you. That’s why I remember.

- … I believe you.

Martha Kent ♥

«… if any of you… fuss about it or frown about it, or, worst of all… if you bore me with your sympathy… that’s just seconds wasted. Seconds that could be used making music… which is all I want to do with the time I have left. I don’t have time to be their victim, their AIDS poster boy, their cautionary tale. No, I decide who I am. I’m going to be what I was born to be. A performer… who gives the people what they want. Touch of the heavens. Freddie fucking Mercury…»