āPoor empty pants With nobody inside them.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
āShe's good, being gone.ā
āWhat, keep a week away? Seven days and nights,Eightscore-eight hours, and lovers' absent hoursMore tedious than the dial eightscore times!O weary reckoning!ā
āI dote on his very absence.ā