“Then she compared the work we did to the peeling of an onion: "It takes a long time, and we peel the layers slowly, incrementally, transparent layers, around and around, peeling until we get to the core," then she smiled, "and there are always tears." (141)”
“Our identity is like that of an onion; with each experience we endure, a layer is peeled away, finally revealing who we really are at the core.”
“It was what we Japanese called the onion life, peeling away a layer at a time and crying all the while.”
“The supernatural world was like an onion. You peel back the layers, only to find more layers, on and on, hopelessly trying to reach the mysterious core. Then you start crying.”
“Life is like an onion; you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.”
“He says I'm a regular onion! I keep him busy peeling away the layers.”