“The black asphalt wouls shimmer with vapors I had a theory about those vapors...not released by the sun but by a huge onion buried under the city. This onion made us cry... I thought about the giant onion, that remarkable bulb of sadness.”
“If half an onion is black with rot, it is a rotten onion. A man is good or he is evil.”
“Like the layers of an onion, under the first lie is another, and under that another, and they all make you cry.”
“Onion sauce! Onion Sauce!”
“My heart was an onion making me cry.”
“Not for the first time in my life I had made it to the top. For some reason this made me hanker for a chili dog with chopped onions under a blanket of processed American cheese.”