Posted at Adams' website, on the announcement of his death:
“It seemed to Hazel that he would not be needing his body any more, so he left it lying on the edge of the ditch, but stopped for a moment to watch his rabbits and to try to get used to the extraordinary feeling that strength and speed were flowing inexhaustibly out of him into their sleek young bodies and healthy senses.”
“‘You needn’t worry about them,’ said his companion. ‘They’ll be alright – and thousands like them.'”
It's been years since I read the book. Now I remember what was so extraordinary about it, and why I always meant to read it again.
Man, if your Mom made you wear that color when you were a baby, and you're still wearing it, it's time to grow up!