“"Harold, that was your LAST date"”harolds mom
“"Well, for example, I used to look up and think that light traveling from a distant star would take over a million years to reach us. In a million years Nature evolved the wing of a bird. So, maybe by the time that light reaches us, mankind will have learned to deal with evil. Maybe he will have phased it out altogether, and we'll all be flying around . . . like angels."”Maude
“"See? Some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have petals missing--all kinds of observable differences, and we haven't even touched the biochemical. You see, Harold, they're like the Japanese. At first you think they all look alike, but after you get to know them, you see there is not a repeat in the bunch. It's just like this daisy. Each person is different, never existed before, and never to exist again." She picked it. "An individual."”Maude
“"Still, I believe that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who know they are this"--she held the daisy in her hand--"yet let themselves be treated as that." She blinked back tears that were forming in her eyes and looked out over the thousands and thousands of daisies waving gently in the afternoon sun.”Maude
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