The animals are those things that God likes but doesn't love.

We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it

Grandfather informs me that is not possible.

Try to live so that you can always tell the truth.

I realized that your mother couldn't see the emptiness, she couldn't see anything...All of the words I'd written to her over all of those years, had I never said anything to hear at all?

Can’t you even tell me if I’m on the right track?" Buckminster purred, and Dad shrugged his shoulders again. "But if you don’t tell me anything, how can I ever be right?" He circled something in an article and said, "Another way of looking at it would be, how could you ever be wrong?

It would be possible, in theory, for life and art to be reversed.