“He looked at the piles of food again, and it was like he was seeing it with new eyes. "This is wrong", he thought, "Letting food rot while people die of hunger. It's evil."....He breathed in the too-sweet smell of rotting food, "I can stop this evil.”
“I bought a big bag of potatoes and it's growing eyes like crazy. Other foods rot. Potatoes want to see.”
“He could smell her morality, the sweet rot of corruption”
“I walk the city, through its crush of people and its smells:body odour, rotting food, vomit and urine. A cocktail of oppression and freedom.”
“I'm hungry," he whimpered instead. "Food is on its way.""No," he said. "The other kind of hunger."P198”
“If half an onion is black with rot, it is a rotten onion. A man is good or he is evil.”