I can read in red. I can read in blue. I can read in pickle color too.

Because when you stop and look around, this life is pretty amazing.

It all began with a shoe on the wall. A shoe on the wall shouldn't be there at all.

This is not good. This is not right. My feet stick out of bed all night. And when I pull them in, oh dear! My head sticks out of bed out here!

The Lorax: Which way does a tree fall? The Once-ler: Uh, down? The Lorax: A tree falls the way it leans. Be careful which way you lean.

If you'd never been born, then you might be an Isn't! An Isn't has no fun at all. No, he disn't.

Oh, the places you will go.