MAUDE: I like to watch things grow. They grow and bloom and fade and die and change into something else. Ah, life!
I should like to change into a sunflower most of all. The're so tall and simple. What flower would you like to be?
HAROLD: I don't know. One of these, maybe.
MAUDE: Why do you say that ?
HAROLD: Because they're all alike.
MAUDE: Oh, but they're not. Look, see, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have lost their petals. All kinds of observable differences. You see Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are this, yet allow themselves to be treated as that...