

- You're beautiful, but you're empty," the Little Prince went on. - I wouldn't want to die for you. Of course, a random passerby will look at my rose and say it's just like you. But it's the only one I care about more than all of you. After all, it is her, not you I watered every day. Her, not you, I covered with a glass cover. I covered her with a screen to protect her from the wind. I killed the caterpillars for her, leaving only two or three to breed butterflies. I listened to her complain and brag, I listened to her even when she fell silent. She was mine.