“One, two, ... five!""Three, my lord.”
“One word, two lips, three four five fingers form a fist.One corner, two parents, three four five reasons to hide.One child, two eyes, three four seventeen years of fear.A broken broomstick, a pair of wile faces, angry whispers, locks on my door.”
“Prepare to evacuate soul in five, in four, three, two, one.”
“One, and two, and three, four, five. Keep fighting like this and you will die," Janco sang.”
“Only five books tonight, Mommy," she says.No, Olivia, just one."How about four?"Two."Three."Oh, all right, three. But that's it!”
“The nuclear arms race is like two sworn enemies standing waist deep in gasoline, one with three matches, the other with five.”