“He turned slowly like a fridge door opening.”

“I want, I want, I want... At this point I'm just a mass of seething wants, but what I want I'm not really sure of. (Like going to the fridge, and opening it, letting all the cold air out...and not knowing what it is you want to eat. You stand with the door open hoping that something will you inspire you.) I'm standing with the door open at the fridge of life, and I want.”

“You need to cool it some, geek." said Motti. "Why not go to the fridge, open the door, and stand there for a minute? Then grab a beer from inside and bring it to me." Jonah smiled despite himself. "Good of you to think of my welfare like that.”

“But just as she turns to walk away she hears him behind her, the word like the opening of some door, like an ending and a beginning, like a wish."Wait," he says, and so she does.”

“He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge.”

“Chase opened the mini fridge. “Wanna drink?” He asked.“No thank you and you shouldn’t either.”“Oh I definitely need one, besides it numbs the hunger.” He grabbed a few of the tiny bottles from the door shelf.“Then by all means get your drink on.” Samuel chuckled.”