Historians today point out that each of these ringing assertions was, at best, truthy.

I did not choose to be a monster—a shell of a man—half-human, half-fiend. I am a tiefling. I am what I am.

He himself seemed to have shrunk to the tininess of the insect he had watched at the foot of the larch […]

And let me tell you this about Danni -- she's like one of those mean sorority sisters who will happily circle your problem areas with a red Sharpie and mock you if you don't have a thigh gap.”