“They've really begun the war," he said to himself. "And all over a word in a dictionary, the ninnies!”
“You never kill anyone you want to kill in a war, he said to himself.”
“He blew himself up.”“Get out! You mean like guts all over the place?”“Not all over the place,” I said. “He was pretty well contained, all things considered.”
“Love?' he asked himself, giving no sense of recognition for that word in the dictionary of his mind. It was the only battle he had lost in life, the only thing that had been snatched away from him, before he could even claim it.”
“Then he remembered Ralph's words--"no point in fighting your war over and over until you get it right.”
“There was a war all over the worldand all over the worldwas grief.And yet I whispered into jewelled earsverses of love.It makes me feel ashamed.But no, not really.”