People have doubted me and criticized me my whole life, and that's why I'm the way I am.

I've always been criticized, right from the beginning! Right from the very first day I was born... They said I wasn't right for the part!

He threatened me grievously, and reviled me.

Christ, you know it ain't easy You know how hard it can be. The way things are going, they're going to crucify me.

The extremist people hate me. They speak about me in the mosques and pass round leaflets condemning me as un-Islamic.

People have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.

Critics! Appalled I ventured on the name.
Those cutthroat bandits in the paths of fame.

I gently bore contradictions and hard words; I received ingratitude for benefits, blasphemies for My miracles, rebukes for My doctrine.

I've been called worse things by better people.

I've been called worse things by better people.

They've found fault with me enough, in all conscience, for putting violet shadows on bodies.

I did see what people were saying about me and I was terrified.

I am what you might call a controversial figure: people either hate me or despise me.

The way they questioned my decisions was absolutely disgraceful.