“Nothing here but kitchen things.”
“When she had fallen asleep on me, and the saw in the yard was quiet, and a blackbird was singing as the colors of things in the kitchen dimmed until nothing remained of them but lighter and darker shades of gray, I was completely happy.”
“Here she is at her kitchen table, fingering a jigsaw of thalidomide ginger, thinking about the arthritis in her hands.”
“...and it's a strange thing happening here cause nobody saying nothing and we still managing to have us a conversation.”
“The most tragic thing about California is that nothing is permanent or real here," he says. "It gets to you, you know?”
“It's reassuring to realize that everybody is as stupid as you are and that all we are doing when we are standing in the kitchen wondering what we came in here for is "woking.”