“It's the rabbits of ill portent!”
“The winter was blasting its cold winds of dire portent into the tender face of springtime.”
“Furthermore, the initial page, always crucial, passed every test, with its promises and divisions, its portentous opening paragraph like the great door of a church, its exotic setting and strange names, the rolling orchestration of its prose.”
“Rabbits are played. Nowadays it's all about the turtles. Tell them it's a ninja, they'll freak.”
“I feel rather like a rabbit that has taken a fox for its pupil.”
“... and all those frogs going 'Rabbit, rabbit'...""I think, sir, that it was 'Ribbit, ribbit'...""So, what goes 'Rabbit, rabbit'?""Rabbits, I think. All the time...”