“Chipmunks jump, andgreensnakes slither.Rather burst thannot be with her.Bluebirds fight, butbears are stronger.We've got fifty years or longer.Hoptoads hop, buthogs are fatter.Nothing else butUs can matter.”
“Malory! You've got a chipmunk on your pussy!”
“The fifties are a peaceful time, a quiet sleeping time between two noisy bursts of years, a blue and white time filled with sweet yellow days, music and bright smelling memories.”
“When you're on the other side of it," she says, "fifty-two years can seem like about fifty-two minutes.”
“When I asked him, fifty-three years after the event, "Mr. Lucas, why did you jump on those grenades?" he did not hesitate with his answer: "To save my buddies.”
“How can someone be cruelto this chick? It’s like picking afight with a chipmunk.”