“Carefully, I arrange the teapot, the little white cup, and the sugar bowl before me like an army. Defense? Or attack?”

“...the white bowl of the street began to fill with darkness, from the pavement upwards, like somebody pouring tea into a cup.”

“Presently, out from the wrappings came a teapot, which caused her to clasp her hands with delight, for it was made in the likeness of a plump little Chinaman ... Two pretty cups with covers, and a fine scarlet tray, completed the set, and made one long to have a "dish of tea," even in Chinese style, without cream or sugar.”

“Find yourself a cup of tea,the teapot is behind you.Now tell me abouthundreds of things.”

“water is fearless,you put water into a cup,it becomes the cup ,you put water into a teapot it becomes the teapot,water can flow drip ,creap,or crash!”

“There was a proud Teapot, proud of being made of porcelain, proud of its long spout and its broad handle. It had something in front of it and behind it; the spout was in front, and the handle behind, and that was what it talked about. But it didn't mention its lid, for it was cracked and it was riveted and full of defects, and we don't talk about our defects - other people do that. The cups, the cream pitcher, the sugar bowl - in fact, the whole tea service - thought much more about the defects in the lid and talked more about it than about the sound handle and the distinguished spout. The Teapot knew this.”