“Colonel Matterson reading from wrinkled scripture of that long yellow hand:The flag is America. America is the plum. The peach. The watermelon. America is the gumdrop. The pumpkin seed. America is television. Now, the cross is Mexico. Mexico is the walnut. The hazelnut. The acorn. Mexico is the rainbow. The rainbow is wooden. Mexico is wooden.Now, the green sheep is Canada Canada is the fir tree. The wheat field. The calendar.The night is the Pacific Ocean.”

“We can count how many seeds are in the apple, but not how many apples are in the seed.”

“Dig deep into its communitarian ethos and it reads more like an America that might have been, an America fervently devoted to the quaint goals of working together and getting along. Of course, this America does exist. It's called Canada.”

“Ocean, Ocean I'll beat you in the end.”

“Everything endsIn Mexico Mexico,An excellent place to die.Come some day and tryMexico.”

“Truth doesn't run on time like a commuter train, though time may run on truth. And the Scenes Gone By and the Scenes to Come flow blending together in the sea-green deep while Now spreads in circles on the surface.”

“B.C. sat back in his chair. “Whatever America needs, the world will supply. Cocaine? Colombia steps to the plate. Shortage of farmworkers, corn detasselers? Thank God for Mexico. Baseball players? Viva Dominicana. Need more interns? India, Philippines zindabad”