You have stolen my face from me: you know it and I no longer do.

Yes, it's a well-known fact about you: you're like death, you take everything.

You have frightened and daunted me. I will stop stealing at once.

...you have torn my life all to pieces.. made me a victim, a caged bird!

Nothing belongs to us any more; they have taken away our clothes, our shoes, even our hair; if we speak, they will not listen to us, and if they listen, they will not understand. They will even take away our name: and if we want to keep it, we ill have to find ourselves the strength to do so, to manage somehow so that behind the name something of us, of us as we were, still remains.

You can take my money from me; you can take my watch away; you can stripe me off my clothes; you may even can kill me. And yet, there is only a thing you will not be able to take away from me, no matter how hard you try: the fear I am feeling.

"I woke up one morning, and all of my stuff had been stolen and replaced by exact duplicates".

I hated you because you reminded me of...how I once was...of what I lost.

O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!

They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!

If you want to steal my heart, you must realize it's not a one-time heist. This theft will take every minute of the rest of your life.

The part that kills me is that you already know. I already told you everything!

I was my own thief, the words came out of nowhere and caught me.

have you killed me, false thief?