“I see you're looking at my cuff buttons." I hadn't been looking at them, but I did now.”
“I hadn't even been looking, not for you, and now you were my heart's desire.”
“Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.”
“I am at liberty to vote as my conscience and judgment dictates to be right, without the yoke of any party on me... Look at my arms, you will find no party hand-cuff on them. ”
“You have a wild-eyed look, my Beth. What do yousee?”“Don’t look at me,” she cried, now utterly unhinged.“Don’t look into my eyes when you can see everything in them, and I am not able to look into yours and see anything!”
“I looked around at the rooms that I did not see as rooms but more as a landscape for my emotions, a biography of memory.”