“These [Asian] paintings I could get into and they made me wonder who I was. By contrast, Western painters tried to tell me who they were.”

“Who was that?” I whispered, as if the walls could hear me. They were lined with pictures, a few of which I recognized as being painted by master painters.“Rhys.”“Yeah, I know but… is he my brother?” I asked. I had already decided that he was foxy, so I really hoped that he wasn‟t.”

“Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me, and then show me the place where he was hanged.”

“There are many people who could be Olympic champions. All-Americans who have never tried. I'd estimate more than 5 million people could have beaten me in the pole vault the years I won it... at least 5 million. Men that were stronger, bigger and faster than I was could have done it, but they never picked up a pole, never made the feeble effort to pick their legs off the ground trying to get over the bar.”

“Sometimes I sit for hours just thinking, wondering what the man upstairs is trying to tell me. Yesterday I reached the conclusion that he was saying, “Get me a slinky.”

“Tell me, before you call us servants, who served whom? And who, I wonder, in your generations, will immortalize you?”