It's strange to think that the word "Imperfect" when broken in two becomes "I'm perfect". The only perfect thing about you is that you are not and you were never meant to be.
"[L]ove is an act of surrender to another person. Total abandonment. I give myself to you. Take me. Do what...anything you like with me. See. So, that's quite mad because you see, it's letting things get out of control. All sensible people keep things in control. [...] So, actually, therefore, the course of wisdom, what is really sensible, is to let go, is to commit oneself, to give oneself up and that's quite mad. So we come to the strange conclusion that in madness lies sanity."