The crooked little tomato branches, pulpy and pale as if made of cheap green paper, broke under the weight of so much fruit; there was something frantic in such fertility, a crying-out like that of children frantic to please.

Swallow a toad in the morning and you will encounter nothing more disgusting the rest of the day.

The ending is where the reader discovers whether he has been reading the same story the writer thought he was writing.

Possession diminishes perception of value, immediately.