“I wonder how I seem to them. They must see someone I don't see. Someone capable and strong. Someone I can't be; someone I can be.”
“How can it be?" she wondered. "I suppose I could understand it if men had simply forgotten unicorns (...) But not to see them at all, to look at them and see something else — what do they look to one another, then? What do trees look like to them, or houses, or real horses, or their own children?”
“Its interesting how our baggage influences our vision. I wonder how often we see things for what they really are.”
“I’ve often wondered why boxing gloves are bright red. If I were a boxer, I’d wear camouflage colored boxing gloves so my opponent would never see my punches coming.”
“And I wonder how well I myself can see.”