“I'll teach you to kick me...'You don't need to teach me--I already know how!”

“I don't know how good I'll be at teaching you. Seems I can't even teach you to call me Father.' She smiled shyly. 'Chase and Father mean the same thing to me.”

“Teach me, Beatrice. I'll enroll in your university as your student. Teach me how to care for you.”

“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”

“I just dont know how...to think less. If you know how, then teach me...”

“I want your first trip to be with me. I want to show you cities and landscapes and teach you how to look at things in new ways and how to get along in places you don't already know inside out. I want to put some life in you...”