“Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants.”

“Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.”

“The days carry the living along; the dead are left behind. It was disconcerting to discover how everything went on without Papa. The sun came up and went down, the roses bloomed, the birds sang, the stars wheeled overhead exactly as they had before”

“In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode, the peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed.”

“The first lights of the evening were springing into pale existence. The Ferris wheel, pricked out now in lights, revolved leisurely through the dusk; a few empty cars of the roller coaster rattled overhead.”

“A thousand years ago five minutes wereEqual to forty ounces of fine sand.Outstare the stars. Infinite foretime andInfinite aftertime: above your headThey close like giant wings, and you are dead.”