People are mostly layers
People are mostly layers of violence and tenderness wrapped like bulbs, and it is difficult to say what makes them onions or hyacinths. Eudora Welty
Onions
Onion rings in the
Onion rings in the car cushions do not improve with time. Erma Bombeck
I am thinking of
I am thinking of the onion again. . . . Not self-righteous like the proletarian potato, nor a siren like the apple. No show-off like the banana. But a modest, self-effacing vegetable, questioning, introspective, peeling itself away, or merely radiating halos like ripples. Erica Jong
I chop a lot
I chop a lot of onions because I love cooking, and the times where I’ve never cried chopping onions is when I’m not thinking about it, when I’m talking to someone or I’m listening to music. Emily Blunt
Banish the onion from
Banish the onion from the kitchen and the pleasure flies with it. Elizabeth Robins Pennell
Banish (the onion) from
Banish (the onion) from the kitchen and the pleasure flies with it. Its presence lends color and enchantment to the most modest dish; its absence reduces the rarest delicacy to hopeless insipidity, and dinner to despair. Elizabeth Robins Pennell
No, women like you
No, women like you don’t write. They carve onion sculptures and potato statues. They sit in dark corners and braid their hair in new shapes and twists in order to control the stiffness, the unruliness, the rebelliousness. Edwidge Danticat
The (editing) work was
The (editing) work was like peeling an onion. The outer skin came off with difficulty… but in no time youd be down to its innards, tears streaming from your eyes as more and more beautiful reductions became possible. Edward Blishen
She had been so
She had been so wicked that in all her life she had done only one good deed-given an onion to a beggar. So she went to hell. As she lay in torment she saw the onion, lowered down from heaven by an angel. She caught hold of it. He began to pull her up. The … Read more
As we go within
As we go within the self, we discover that all the voices of our past lives are still there. As we peel ourselves, which is a process very much like peeling an onion, we discover that there are many selves within the self. Frederick Lenz