� Oh oh!� said the
mother bird. “My baby
will be here! He will
want to eat. � � P.D. Eastman

� But think of how much worse it would be to sit here, not knowing. Until the Dead choke the Ratterlin and Hedge walks across the dry bed of the river to batter down the door. � � Garth Nix

� He was like one of those saprophytic orchids that can create harmony and wonder even as it grows and blossoms on a pile of shit, in a place of skulls and bones. He let his rifle rust, and even los it once or twice, but he won battles armes with nothing but a mandolin. (195-196) � � Louis de Bernières