This reminds me: Are you going to eat the placenta?” Renée asked Harper. “I understand that’s a thing now. We stocked a pregnancy guide at the bookstore with a whole chapter of placenta recipes in the back. Omelets and pasta sauces and so on.”
“No, I don’t think so,” Harper said. “Dining on the placenta smacks of cannibalism, and I was hoping for a more dignified apocalypse.”
“Rabbit mothers eat their own babies,” the Mazz said. “I found that out reading Watership Down. Apparently the mamas chow on their newborns all the time. Pop them down just like little meat Skittles.

Bluebell: Please, sir, I'm only a little [car] and I've left all my petrol on the grass. So if you don't mind eating the grass, sir, while I give this lady a ride-

Hazel: Bluebell, shut up!

Odysseus...sleeps sound beside Calypso and when he wakes thinks only of Penelope.

A thing can be true and still be desperate folly, Hazel.

Rabbits (says Mr. Lockley) are like human beings in many ways. One of these is certainly their staunch ability to withstand disaster and to let the stream of their life carry them along, past reaches of terror and loss. They have a certain quality which it would not be accurate to describe as callousness or indifference. It is, rather, a blessedly circumscribed imagination and an intuitive feeling that Life is Now. A foraging wild creature, intent above all upon survival, is as strong as the grass.

Και από την άλλη, οι πολεμικές αυτές γυναίκες δεν αρκούνται να συλλαμβάνουν την πρωκτική ανάσα του μεθύστακα, ακούστηκε η φωνή της τρελλής στη ράχη της Καταλίνα, που από μπροστά στην κοιλιά της, είχε το γιο του Ταζόλ όλο και πιο ανήσυχο, αλλά κοιτάζουν αν ο μεθύστακας έχει μέσα στο κεφάλι του τους 400 χαρωπους ή λυπημένους λαγους που γελούν μοναχοί η κλαίνε με κρυστάλλινα δάκρυα, λες και τα αποστακτήρια των δακρυγόνων αδένων τους σταλάζουν σταγόνες πιοτού.