“Commander: What's that?Foaly: It's a finger, what does look like?”

“This marking, said Victoria, running her finger over a knot in the bark. What does it look like to you?It looks like a heart, said Lawrence. He put his fingers on the knot too. They brushed Victoria's, and he drew back. I mean, not that I think about things like that, or--well, you know.”

“He threw his head back and sang, "'I am a centaur, yes, a centaur is what I am.' It's not like you to wax, Artemis""Foaly is singing," said Holly. "Surely that's illegal?”

“Don't worry chief,"said foaly,"It's like riding a unicorn,you never forget.”

“What does my soul look like to you?' 'I couldn't reduce it to words if I tried, but its beauty is unsurpassed.”

“But it's what the world does to people. It makes some of us feel ugly and it makes some of us look like criminals, like angry fools.”