“No one knocked on his door the next day. Nor theday after. Nor the one after that. But that didn’t meanhe was unaware of what was happening. Someonehad carried a plate of those fucking biscuits past hisroom, and even the oak door had provided nobarrier for the smell. Not for anything of hers.”
“What's it like here?There's a biscuit factory next door. We get the broken ones.”
“these groups followed some solitary passer-by, hurrying his steps; one after another the doors were closed, one after”
“Day after day, day after day,We stuck, nor breath nor motion;As idle as a painted shipUpon a painted ocean.”
“I lit a cigarette and began puffing on it as I drank one quick beer after another. I was neither a drinker nor a smoker nor a fighter, but I had planned to be all three on this day.”
“[On visitors after having a new baby...] "Put a lock on the door, barricade it if you have to. No one gets past that front door unless they come bearing one of two things: food or cleaning products!”