“I raised my arms as if in prayer and heard the mutter of response behind me. Then I scattered the dried grains, red and brown and black, and studied the patterns they formed on the stone ledge before Sibbos. This is not such a mystic thing. You see what it is sensible to see, or else you interpret what you see so that the meaning comes out as you want it.”

“I spent the afternoon musing on Life. If you come to think of it, what a queer thing Life is! So unlike anything else, don't you know, if you see what I mean.”

“What a queer thing Life is! So unlike anything else, don't you know, if you see what I mean.”

“Hello!
Is it me you're looking for?
I can see it in your eyes.
I can see it in your smile.
You're all I've ever wanted
And my arms are open wide.
'Cause you know just what to say.
And you know just what to do.
And I want to tell you so much;
I love you.”

“So come on, I wanna see you baby, come on
I don't mean maybe, come on
I'm tryin' to make you see
That I belong to you and you belong to me”

“What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?”

“I feel like a quote out of context, withholding the rest so I can be for you what you want to see.”

“Perchance your prayers will earn your grace, but then you will see nothing of what comes to pass, as you will rest in the arms of the angels. Pray, lady; continue to pray!”

“Gathering is peculiar, because you see nothing but what you're looking for. If you're picking raspberries, you see only what's red, and if you're looking for bones you see only the white. No matter where you go, the only thing you see is bones.”

“We could've done this anywhere, but I wanted you to see me, to see this," he said, gesturing at the room. "I wanted you to know where I come from, what I am under the choices I make.”