“But his bird says it's amazing,So now all that's left,Is the proof that Love'sNot only blind but deaf.”

“And what about all the other Anagnostides in the world? They´ve managed pretty well up to now; they have children, and even grandchildren. God makes them deaf and blind and they say: ´God be praised!´They feel at home in their misery. So let them be and say nothing.”

“Love is not just blind, it's deaf and dumb and probably has an advanced case of Alzheimer's; it's unhinged...”

“You will remember when a bird crashed through the window and fell to the floor. You will remember, those of you who were there, how it jerked its wings before dying, and left a spot of blood on the floor after it was removed. But who among you was first to notice the negative bird it left in the window? Who first saw the shadow that the bird left behind, the shadow that drew blood from any finger that dared to trace it, the shadow that was better proof of the bird's existence than the bird ever was?”

“Say I'm a bird! Say it! Say it now!""You're a bird.""Now say you're a bird too.""If you're a bird, I'm a bird.”

“The world is his who can see through its pretension. What deafness, what stone-blind custom, what overgrown error you behold, is there only by sufferance,--by your sufferance. See it to be a lie, and you have already dealt it its mortal blow.”