“What earth is this so in want of youthey rise up on high to seek you in heaven? Look at them staring at you right before their eyes, unseeing, unseeing, blind.”
“Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.”
“Me, all seeing. He, blind and unseeing, but, somehow, seeing it all so clearly. I envy him.”
“My prodding me didn't elicit a reaction. His unseeing eyes stared straight through me. Which was odd. He'd seemed so sane huddled in Cookie's trunk.”
“He wanted to leave his mom and her unseeing eyes. He was the invisible boy looking for the place where no one could find him, where he did not have to feel invisible anymore.”
“But you can't unsee something once you've seen it. Not without a memory wipe anyway.”