Now all that was left 'neath the bad-smelling sky was my big empty factory... the Lorax... and I.

Catch! calls the Once-ler. He lets something fall. It's a Truffula Seed. It's the last one of all! You're in charge of the last of the Truffula Seeds. And Truf…

And suppose that you lived In that forest in France Where the average young person Just hasn't a chance To escape from the perilous Pants eating plants!

Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not.

Being a writer in a library is rather like being a eunuch in a harem.

Alas! how easily things go wrong! A sigh too deep or a kiss too long, And then comes a mist and a weeping rain, And life is never the same again.

Now you don't have your fucking ugly purses, or your twenty-four hundred dollars anymore! So, shut-up and eat your fucking breakfast, or your smoked-meat, or w…