“2Here is your inheritance:to be a person and go on blushing, applauding,saying “pardon me” without understandinghow it started, or stopping to ask;believing somebody else knows;not wanting to be alone.Esoteric burlesque blossoming in mirrors, paraphernalia,rainbows, dolorous sombreros, days.The same presence everywhere. Look for it, it eludes you.Not wanting to be the only onewith a small black coffin in your heart,a small black coffin the size of a thumbwith nothing in it but wind.For now, take this black rock and go on polishing it.A golden cricket lives in it, listen;a tiny blue loom.”

“4. Full Circle Today I like the traffic jam. The engine noises heard in detail. My whole life, a river of thresholds, stitches itself together and gazes at me from everywhere.I like these places where time kinks and looks back over its shoulder at itself. It confuses them, who are used to being blurs. But I’m alright here with my terror. I’m in no hurry. I get paid by the hour.I let anybody merge in front of me. I know there’s nowhere to hide.”

“Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.”

“Black Rabbit: Hazel... Hazel... you know me, don't you? Hazel: I don't know. [the apparition reveals himself to be the Black Rabbit, and Hazel gasps] Hazel: Yes, my lord. I know you. Black Rabbit: I've come to ask if you'd like to join my Owsla. We shall be glad to have you, and I know you'd like it. You've been feeling tired, haven't you? If you're ready, we might go along now. [Hazel looks at all the younger rabbits of Watership Down] Black Rabbit: You needn't worry about them. They'll be all right, and thousands like them. If you come along now, I'll show you what I mean.”

“In this fleeting life, there is nothing stronger than a visual idea or moment stopped in time forever. And nothing does this better than a black-and-white photograph.”

“You've gotsome 'Star-Spangled' nailsin your coffin, kid.That's whatthey've done for you, son.”

“If you want to make beautiful music, you must play the black and the white notes together.”