“I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil.”

“I suppose he could have changed," Neal said dryly. "I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil." The other pages snorted. Kel eyed her friend. "You do look yellow around the edges," she told him, her face quite serious. "I hadn’t wanted to bring it up." "We daffodils like to have things brought up," Neal said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "It reminds us of spring.”

“I couldn't help noticing that the existential space in which a friend had earnestly advised me to 'confront [my] mortality' bore a striking resemblance to the mall.”

“I'm as gay as a daffodil, my dear!”

“Then my heart with pleasure fillsAnd dances with the daffodils.”

“My dear boy, looking like a thing has little to do with being a thing. Be the thing first, and you will grow to resemble it.”