“Sometimes I can't see myself when I'm with you. I can only just see you.”
“I'm afraid I can't explain myself, sir. Because I am not myself, you see?”
“I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir,' said Alice, 'Because I'm not myself you see.”
“You're all I care about," I said. "No. And me. The person I am when I'm with you, the way I see myself and know myself. That person who lives only when I'm with you.”
“I’ve got a flesh-colored tattoo. I drew it myself. You should see it sometime, if only you could see it (it’s invisible).”
“It's like people you see sometimes, and you can't imagine what it would be like to be that person, whether it's somebody in a wheelchair or somebody who can't talk. Only, I know that I'm that person to other people, maybe to every single person in that whole auditorium. To me, though, I'm just me. An ordinary kid.”