The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.

You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.

You have to be odd to be number one.

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.

My shoe is off. My foot is cold. I have a bird I like to hold.

Unslumping yourself is not easily done.

You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go.