“The man read Eugene O'Neill on the beach. He had a stash of emergency pickle juice and a pet rat. He was hardly a model of stability.”

“But had I accepted the pickle juice, I would be drinking pickle juice right now.”

“I never knew how much I missed pickles and pickle juice. It's like, an overwhelming feeling that I can't even explain.”

“Butch didn't live in his own place. He didn't spend his own money. He had no job, no future. He was a well-kept pet, not a man.”

“The newest animal Route 5 had used up, it seemed, was my daughter’s beloved pet. We buried Smucky in the pet sematary. My daughter made the grave marker, which read Smucky: He was obediant. (Smucky wasn’t in the least obedient, of course; he was a cat, for heaven’s sake.)”

“.. an emergency stash of Thin Mints. Frickin' Girl Scouts. Those things were way to addictive. They had to be laced with crack." Charlie Davidson Fourth Grave Beneath my Feet”