"'It's like wood,' Harry says, groping back through history, which is a tinted fog to him, marked off in centuries like a football field, with a few dates--1066, 1776--pinpointed and a few faces--George Washington, Hitler--hanging along the sidelines, not cheering."
"Rabbit wonders how many animals have died to keep his life going, how many more will die. A barnyard full, a farm full of thumping hearts, seeing eyes, racing legs, all stuffed squawking into him as into a black sack. No avoiding it; life does want death. To be alive is to kill."