“Inside the peach, there is a stone.”
“Love ambushed you, it lay in wait, dormant for days or years. It was the red thread, the peach stone, the kiss, the forgiveness. It came after you, it escaped you, it was invisible, it was everything.”
“The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone.”
“Cheeses crusty, got all musty, got damp on the stone of a peach,” I agreed. He looked blank, so I repeated it with proper emphasis. “ ChEEZ-zes crusty. Got Al -musty. Got DAMp on the StoneofapeaCH.”
“You can be the ripest, juciest peach, and there's still going to be somebody who hates peaches.”
“You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there's still going to be somebody who hates peaches.”