“It was what we Japanese called the onion life, peeling away a layer at a time and crying all the while.”
“Life is an onion - you peel it year by year and sometimes cry.”
“The supernatural world was like an onion. You peel back the layers, only to find more layers, on and on, hopelessly trying to reach the mysterious core. Then you start crying.”
“Like handling an onion, peeling off the "husk" of our lives, sometimes makes us cry.”
“Then she compared the work we did to the peeling of an onion: "It takes a long time, and we peel the layers slowly, incrementally, transparent layers, around and around, peeling until we get to the core," then she smiled, "and there are always tears." (141)”