"Where are the braves, the faces like autumn fruit, who stared at the child from the coloured frontispiece?"

"This is a grassy ghetto, and no home."

"For the tourist's brown pennies scattered at the old church door, the ragged papooses jump, and bite the dust."

"The animals pale, the shine of the fur is lost, bleached are their living bones. About them watch as through a mist, …"

"Imaro exploded. "Why do men fight like starving lions over yellow metal and let valuable cattle go?""

"Alarms clang as a radarman tracks an attack craft that can jam radar and dart past flak at half a Mach: ack-ack-ack, …"

"Whenever Helen sleeps, her fevered rest meekens her; hence, she re-emerges enfeebled — her strength, expended; her re…"

"Lightning blinks, striking things in its midst with blinding light. Whirlwinds whirl; driftwinds drift. Spindrift is …"

"Loops on bold fonts now form lots of words for books. Books form cocoons of comfort – tombs to hold bookworms. Profs …"

"Duluth dump trucks lurch, pull U-turns. Such trucks dump much undug turf: clunk, clunk — thud. [...] Such pumps suck …"