“He's no John Walton.”

“And as we leave Donne and Walton on the shores of Metahemeralism, we wave a fond farewell to those famous chums of yore.”

“Sam Walton: I had to pick myself up and get on with it, do it all over again, only even better this time.”

“Why can't he be the prostitute, and I the john?”

“He's been given the boot!' Lofton insisted, directing his anger now at Mister Walton. 'And I think it wise not to interfere!''I don't like to benefit from another's misfortune,' said Mister Walton with a straight face, and never losing his peaceful demeanor. ' But the hotel's loss, in this case, is my gain, I fear.''Mr. Hubbard will be gravely offended!' said Lofton darkly.'I can't imagine it,' quipped the bespectacled fellow. 'Only small people are easily offended.'Lofton, who until now had done his best to appear offended, found himself at a loss for a response.”

“Fathers are always so proud the first time they see their sons in uniform," she said."I know Big John Karpinski was," I said. He is my neighbor to the north, of course. Big John's son Little John did badly in high school, and the police caught him selling dope. So he joined the Army while the Vietnam War was going on. And the first time he came home in uniform, I never saw Big John so happy, because it looked to him as though Little John was all straightened out and would amount to something.But then Little John came home in a body bag.”