“By George!" cried the inspector. "How did you ever see that?"Because I looked for it.”

“Look at you. How did you happen to me?"Gods, shew as just going to cry if he kept this up."I just . . . there's no one else. Ever. It's you until I no longer draw breath.”

“The way the animals live, everybody envies them, because look, a cat, when it walks--did you ever see a cat making an aesthetic mistake. Did you ever see a badly formed cloud? Were the stars ever misarranged? When you watch the foam breaking on the seashore, did it ever make a bad pattern? Never. And yet we think in what we do, we make mistakes.”

“Speaking, when you have something to say, is like looking. But who looks? If people could see properly, and see whole, they would all be painters. And it's because people have no idea how to look that they hardly ever understand.”

“Did you ever see an unhappy horse?Did you ever see a bird that had the blues?One reason why birds and hoses are not unhappy is because they are not trying to impress other birds and horses.”

“You're right, my problems are the biggest problems ever," George said. "No, honestly, it's horrible to be me. I'm rich, talented, and I make girls cry.""How do you make girls cry, exactly?"George turned to her. His blue eyes widened. His lovely face took on a forlorn, deeply troubled expression. He leaned forward, and, in a theatrical whisper, said, "My past is tragic. I wouldn't want to burden you with it. It's a pain I must suffer alone. In the rain. In silence.”