“Eyes bloodshot, I want to say. Eating a lot of Cheetos. Staring into space. Eating moreCheetos. It must be love. What else could it possibly be?”
“I could hear my watch whenever the car stopped, but not often they were already eating Who would play a Eating the business of eating inside of you space too space and time confused Stomach saying noon brain saying eat o clock All right I wonder what time it is what of it.”
“Want to learn to eat a lot? Here it is: Eat a little. That way, you will be around long enough to eat a lot.”
“If it's true what they say that you are what you eat, then I only want to eat the good stuff.”
“Wife,” I say, staring straight into her eyes. “Think what you want, but there isn’t a single woman in this whole damn universe that I could ever love like I love you.”
“Agnes: Aw. My caterpillar never turned into a butterfly. Edith: That's a Cheeto. Agnes: Oh. [eats it”