“Now that you've had other men to use as a basis for comparison,how do I rate?" he teased."That's an adolescent question," Lauren retorted scornfully.”

“Sarah: That's not fair!Jareth: You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is?”

“Lauren: "Can I ask you a question?"Angie: "Generally that's a question one should say no to. Often hell no.”

“Hmmm," he said, "Lauren Elizabeth Danner.Elizabeth is a beautiful name and so is Lauren. They suit you."Unable to endure the sweet torment of having him flirt with her, Lauren said repressively, "I was named after two maiden aunts.One of them had a squint and the other had warts."Nick ignored that and continued aloud. "Color of eyes,blue." He regarded her over the top of the file, his gray eyes intimate and teasing. "They are definitely blue.A man could lose himself in those eyes of yours-they're gorgeous.""My right eye used to wobble unless I wore my glasses," Lauren informed him blithely. "They had to operate on it.""A little girl with wobbly blue eyes and glasses on her nose," he reflected with a slow grin. "I'll bet you were cute.""I looked studious,not cute.”

“I have claimed that Escape is one of the main functions of fairy-stories, and since I do not disapprove of them, it is plain that I do not accept the tone of scorn or pity with which 'Escape' is now so often used. Why should a man be scorned if, finding himself in prison, he tries to get out and go home? Or if he cannot do so, he thinks and talks about other topics than jailers and prison-walls?”

“I do feel responsible. He used to be able to look after himself. Now he can't. That's so different, so strange. The big question is: Is more improvement really possible, or should I stop pushing him?' [p. 153]”