"Snakes are scaly, scary, silent predators" "Spiders are meat eaters, like lions andtigers. But they are much more scary!"
“Ottos a bonobo. I dont know if youve heard of them.Theyre relatives of the chimpanzees. And endangered.”I was hoping that word would work some magic...like clicking ruby slippers,and meant theyd have to drop everything and whisk us to safety.
STARDINES swim high across the sky, And brightly shine as they glide by.…When other creatures are in bed,STARDINES still twinkle overhead.In silence, these nocturnal fishAre set to grant the slightest wish.
Every spoonful of water in the deep ocean, Sylvia says, is brimming with extraordinary forms of life.Creatures, each in their own way, sparkle and flash with lights of their own, like fireflies here on land.
"I have no further patience for talk - I move that we go on a general strike!:”And she starts the largest walkout of women workers in U. S. History.
“Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on.Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells ‘em off for a coupla stones,”
“I am a coward. I wanted to be heroic and I pretended I was.I have always been good at pretending.”
" But it was all a show, a game… and when he was not Dodger,he sometimes wondered who he really was.Dodger, he thought, was a lot stronger than he was.”
"And then the story pour out of me, about the kid dying from no food, the ax hittingthe skull, the people calling to me from the grave. And then something happen...myvoice now, my careful American voice, it crack and break and die in my throat."
"Soldiers were fighting the worlds worst racist, Adoph Hitler,in the words most segregated army." Stephen Ambrose
"If I live a hundred years, Ill never quite get these few minutes out of my mind."said Robert Lewis, copilot of the Enola Gay.
“He’s right Mike. It’s not fair that a bad kid would get more than a good kid.”“Well, I’ll just put a call in to the life-isn’t-fair-police”
“Playing with time and space is a dangerous game.
Its one thing to learn to curtsy properly.Its quite another to learn to curtsy and throw a knife at the same time.Welcome to Finishing School.
“If you are gentle, you can weave anything,” she murmurs,beckoning me to take a seat on the stump. “How else can a Spinster weave time?”
No one, not even Miss Connolly, dares write about what we seethrough that smeared glass. Best not look out
"She could look at the gun and see the history of hands that had held it,soldier after soldier making it his own...and everyone of them dead.The shotgun didnt care who owned it.It went hand to hand. She was just the latest in the chain."
I have died three times, and three times been reborn, though I am not yettwenty in the old earth years by which it is still the fashion to measure time.This is the story of my three deaths, and my life between.
Fourteen kids. One superstore. A million things that go wrong.