āThis book is to be read in bed.ā
āAdults are only obsolete children.ā
āEvery once in a while, I get mad. 'The Lorax' came out of my being angry. The ecology books I'd read were dull... In 'The Lorax,' I was out to attack what I think are evil things and let the chips fall where they might.ā
āOnce-ler! You're making such smogulous smoke - my poor swomee swans, why they can't sing a note! No one can sing who has smog in his throat.ā
āYou ought to be thankful a hole heaping lot, for The places and people you're lucky you're not!ā
āPlant a new Truffula. Treat it with care. Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air.ā
āKnowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.ā
āO, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.ā
āMe, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.ā