“Oh child, your language is so utterly simple and limited that it has the affect of extreme complication.-Aunt Beast”

“We do not know what things look like. We know what things are like. It must be a very limiting thing,this seeing. -Aunt Beast”

“They are very young. And on their earth, as they call it, they never communicate with other planets. They revolve about all alone in space.""Oh," the thin beast said. "Aren't they lonely?”

“Don't try to comprehend with your mind. Your minds are very limited. Use your intuition.”

“In your language you have a form of poetry called the sonnet…There are fourteen lines, I believe, all in iambic pentameter. That’s a very strict rhythm or meter…And each line has to end with a rigid pattern. And if the poet does not do it exactly this way, it is not a sonnet…But within this strict form the poet has complete freedom to say whatever he wants…You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.”

“Poets are born knowing the language of angels.”

“With our human limitations we're not always able to understand the explanations.”