“Nobody ever sees this part,” I said. “It doesn’t matter if it’s pretty.”“So it’s like track six on an album,” Cole said.”

“Those things don’t really matter. I mean, things like having no money and not having enough to eat. Even when you’re practically starving - it doesn’t change anything inside you. Oh well, it’s beastly while it’s happening, of course; but it doesn’t make any real difference; it’s the things that happen inside you that matter.’‘Meaning?’ said Mr. Warburton.‘Oh - things change in your mind. And then the whole world changes, because you look at it differently.”

“It’s not fair,” I said. “It’s just so goddamnedunfair.”“The world,” he said, “is not a wishgrantingfactory,”

“It doesn’t matter what or why it is. When it’s good, …it’s beautiful.”

“And it doesn’t even matter if it’s true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.”

“But, it’s not what they think of you that matters, it’s what you think of yourself. If I’d said something mean to them, I wouldn't like myself very much.”