“Mostly though, they waited. For the mail. For the news. For the bells. For breakfast and lunch and dinner. For one day to be over and the next day to begin.”
“When the bell rings, and lunch is over, I decide to come back here tomorrow, and the next day. I tell myself it really isn’t that bad.”
“A bachelor's life is a fine breakfast, a flat lunch, and a miserable dinner.”
“If I could, I'd eat pizza for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
“How does someone find out between lunch and dinner one day that they aren't who they thought they were?”
“I spent my whole life just killing time- waiting and waiting-waiting for something to change, even though I had absolutely no idea what that might be. I waited for the day to end. I waited in fear for the next day to begin. I waited and waited and waited and lied to myself that magically it would be all right.”