“Heaven opened and the water hammered down, reviving the reluctant old well, greenmossing the pigless pigsty, carpet bombing still, tea-colored puddles the way memory bombs still, tea-colored minds.”

“The Bagshaws aren't boys. They're bombs with very colorful fuses.”

“Stands the Church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?”

“Pig sit still in the strainer
I must have my Pig tea”

“But there still must be a way to have our children say…
"There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one."”

“Tea. I find that both settles the stomach and concentrates the mind. Wonderful drink, tea.”

“That cup of tea is definately not down your alley”

“You can't bomb for a humane reason. What we should do is just Mother Teresa them to death with love. It's that old hippie nonsense but it's still the best stuff there is.”

“For simple light is perhaps still more beautiful than colors.”

“I see that the flagpole still stands. Have your troops hoist the colors to its peak, and let no enemy ever haul them down.”