Friday Frippery! A Fruit Basket…

…of Quotes…

APPLE

In his devouring mind’s eye he pictured to himself every roasting-pig running about with a pudding in his belly and an apple in his mouth; the pigeons were snugly put to bed in a comfortable pie and tucked in with a coverlet of crust; the geese were swimming in their own gravy; and the ducks pairing cosily in dishes, like snug married couples, with a decent competency of onion sauce.

~The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving

STRAWBERRIES

….He conducted her about the lawns, and flower-beds, and conservatories; and thence to the fruit-garden and greenhouses, where he asked her if she liked strawberries.
….“Yes,” said Tess, “when they come.”
….“They are already here.” D’Urberville began gathering specimens of the fruit for her, handing them back to her as he stooped; and, presently, selecting a specially fine product of the “British Queen” variety, he stood up and held it by the stem to her mouth.
….“No – no!” she said quickly, putting her fingers between his hand and her lips. “I would rather take it in my own hand.”
….“Nonsense!” he insisted; and in a slight distress she parted her lips and took it in.

~Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy

ORANGE

I didn’t yet know that this was the actress not listed in the program, that this was that Sessaly, the “violet-eyed trollop” of Opium and Vanities. Her eyes were not violet, after all – they were amber. They were the color of candied ginger or a slice of cinnamon cake. Faded paper, polished leather, a brandied apricot. Orange-peel tea. I considered them, imagining the letters I would write to her. Pipe tobacco, perhaps. A honey lozenge, an autumn leaf. I would look through books of poetry, not to thieve but to avoid. Dear Sessaly, I thought later that night, not actually with pen to paper but lying on my back, writing the words in the air with my finger, let me say nothing to you that’s already been said.

~The Swan Gondola by Timothy Schaffert (spot the bonus apricot!)

BANANAS

PEACH

Slowly, dawn was breaking. Streaks of colour – peach bellinis, orange martinis, strawberry margaritas, frozen negronis – streamed above the horizon, east to west. Within a matter of seconds, calls to prayer from the surrounding mosques reverberated around her, none of them synchronized. Far in the distance, the Bosphorus, waking from its turquoise sleep, yawned with force.

~10 Minutes 38 Seconds in this Strange World by Elif Shafak

PINEAPPLE

….We are very fond of pine-apple, all three of us.  We looked at the picture on the tin; we thought of the juice.  We smiled at one another, and Harris got a spoon ready.
….Then we looked for the knife to open the tin with.  We turned out everything in the hamper.  We turned out the bags.  We pulled up the boards at the bottom of the boat.  We took everything out on to the bank and shook it.  There was no tin-opener to be found.
….Then Harris tried to open the tin with a pocket-knife, and broke the knife and cut himself badly; and George tried a pair of scissors, and the scissors flew up, and nearly put his eye out. While they were dressing their wounds, I tried to make a hole in the thing with the spiky end of the hitcher, and the hitcher slipped and jerked me out between the boat and the bank into two feet of muddy water, and the tin rolled over, uninjured, and broke a teacup.
….Then we all got mad.  We took that tin out on the bank, and Harris went up into a field and got a big sharp stone, and I went back into the boat and brought out the mast, and George held the tin and Harris held the sharp end of his stone against the top of it, and I took the mast and poised it high up in the air, and gathered up all my strength and brought it down.
….It was George’s straw hat that saved his life that day.  He keeps that hat now (what is left of it), and, of a winter’s evening, when the pipes are lit and the boys are telling stretchers about the dangers they have passed through, George brings it down and shows it round, and the stirring tale is told anew, with fresh exaggerations every time.
….Harris got off with merely a flesh wound.

~Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome

CHERRY

…red like a pomegranate seed, red like a blood spot on an egg, red like a ladybug, red like a ruby or more specifically a red beryl, red like coral, red like an unripe cherry, red like a Hindu lady’s bindi, red like the eye of a nocturnal predator, red like a fire on a distant shore, the subject of his every dream and his every scientific pursuit.
….“Mars,” he says.

~Equilateral by Ken Kalfus

WATERMELON

….The tip of her e-cigarette/sonic screwdriver glowed as she sooked. A huge cloud of watermelon vape drifted its way around Logan’s head, glowing in the sunlight. ‘Come on then, what you doing?’
….‘Investigating.’ Logan held up a hand, blocking the glare from his screen. ‘Or at least I’m trying to.’
….‘I know that, you idiot; investigating, what?’
….‘People’s Army for Scottish Liberation. Apparently they had ties to the Scottish People’s Liberation Army, the Scottish Freedom Fighters’ Resistance Front, End of Empire, and Arbroath Thirteen Twenty. AKA nutters so extreme that even Settler Watch didn’t want anything to do with them.’
….Another cloud of fruity smelling fog. ‘It’s Womble-funting dick-muppets like that who give good old-fashioned Scottish Nationalists a bad name.’

~All That’s Dead by Stuart MacBride

GRAPES

A large red drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.

~The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck (Is that cheating? Im……peach me!)

LEMON

….He bought a can of Pearl with the last two dollars he had, then dropped a quarter in the Wurlitzer. He punched a number and settled down at a table and tipped his chair back against the wall and put his boots up. He set his hat over his eyes and drifted in the peaceful dark of not being on the road.
….The man in the box began to sing.
….The music rose and fell.
….Out of the darkness came her scent of lemon and vanilla, the curve of a white calf beneath the hem of a pale blue cotton dress, her shape an hourglass, like time itself slipping away. She, before the picture window that looked out on the mimosa dropping its pink petals on the grass. Her slow smile spreading beneath a pair of eyes as blue as cobalt glass. Water sheeting in the window and casting its shadow like a spell of memory on the wall behind. Her little red suitcase turntable scratching out a song beneath the window and he, a boy, with his bare feet on hers as she held his hands and the record turned and they danced.
….Their private, sad melody unspooling in his heart forever.

~In the Valley of the Sun by Andy Davidson

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I actually find it astonishing that never once have bananas turned up in a quote in eight years of blogging. Clearly they are not considered a literary fruit, which seems most unfair. A lack of authorial imagination, obviously…

her sun-bleached hair, yellow as a ripe banana.”

“…his long nose, curved like a banana.”

…his fat hands, each finger as plump as a banana.”

“…her old skin, parchment-dry and speckled brown like an overripe banana.”

“…he pressed her close to him, his strong manly hand firm on the small of her back, and suddenly, for no reason she could understand, she found herself longing for a banana.”

See? Easy! 😉

Have you a banana quote?
Or any other fruity book links?

21 thoughts on “Friday Frippery! A Fruit Basket…

  1. Oh, these are fantastic, FictionFan! I love ’em! Very inspired! And here’s a banana quote for you, from Agatha Christie’s Death in the Clouds. In this scene, Poirot is interviewing detective novelist Mr. Clancy, who’s a potential murder witness. Clancy’s talking about his fictional detective, who eats bananas:

    The bananas aren’t so bad; you get a bit of fun out of them – criminals slipping on the skin. I eat bananas myself – that’s what put it into my head.

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  2. Ha! Love these! But I have to say that the vegetable chorus puns nearly sent me over the edge. You have left out MANGO in your fruit list, so here’s a quote from Monday’s Newbery Honor winner, A WISH IN THE DARK by Christina Soontornvat, set in a Thai-inspired fantasy world, about two orphans born in a women’s prison and then stuck there after their mothers died. Somkit is riding on his friend’s (Pong) back as they are chased by other children in the prison who want to steal their mango:

    “Warm mango juice dripped down the back of Pong’s neck as Somkit tore into the fruit with his teeth. ‘Oh, man. I was wrong. This is worth getting beat up over.” Somkit reached over his friend’s shoulder and stuck a plug of mango into the corner of Pong’s mouth.

    It was ripe and sweet, not stringy yet. Paradise.”

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    • Ah, excellent! Now I want to eat a mango! Though I’m not sure I feel any fruit is worth getting beat up for – unless it had been dipped in chocolate of course. 😀 Haha, I loved the Muppet chorus too. 😂

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  3. I love these fruitfully delightful quotes. I’ve just been eating cherries and loved Kalfus’ rich red descriptions. Great to revisit some old book friends here too. Of course the banana quotes had their own very special charm 🙂 I wish my brain wasn’t quite such a sieve so I could remember a fruity quote for you, I’ll let you know if I come across one.

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    • That Kalfus quote is still one of my favourites after all these years – probably the one I’ve used most often in all sorts of posts! Haha, the joy of blogging is that I don’t have to have a memory any more (luckily!) since I can just use the handy little search box. Any quote not on the blog is promptly forgotten, I fear… 😀

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  4. What a fun post!! Bananas are mentioned in the first line of Anne George’s Murder Boogies With Elvis:

    “I was lying on my stomach under the kitchen sink, eating a peanut butter and banana sandwich and listening to Vivaldi’s “Spring” when icy cold hands grasped my ankles.”

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  5. That excerpt from Three Men in a Boat is wonderful. I never thought I wanted to read that book, but now that I have read this quote, I will look for a copy. I went and read your post on the book, which encourages me to try it.

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    • Oh good! It’s a brilliant book – so funny and yet also quite informative too, and even with a couple of quite moving sections. But it’s mainly the humour… I can’t ever hang a picture without remembering Uncle Podger and laughing all over again! I do hope you enjoy it if you get around to it sometime!

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  6. Excellent timing! I’ve just polished off a pear and two plums 🙂
    The following extract is from The Thorn Birds by Colleen McCullough and includes bananas and other lovely tropical fruit.
    Both the refrigerator and the overhead cupboards were well stocked with food, and on the
    counter stood a great basket of bananas, passion fruit, pineapples and mangoes. No reason why she shouldn’t sleep well, and eat well.

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  7. I think I would be shocked to read in a novel: “…her sun-bleached hair, yellow as a ripe banana.” It is hilarious though. I don’t think I’ve noticed fruity quotes in books before, but it’s very likely that after reading your post I will. 🙂

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    • Haha, yes, you can understand why I’m not a novelist… 😉 I was surprised at how many I could find once I started looking – fruit is obviously popular amongst writers, and yet I thought they all existed on cigarettes and wine… 😂

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  8. You have the most creative posts! This is marvelous!

    Here is an apple quote: “I hope I never smell the smell of apples again! said Fili. My tub was full of it. To smell apples everlastingly when you can scarcely move and are cold and sick with hunger is maddening. I could eat anything in the wide world now, for hours on end–but not an apple!” (The Hobbit in the chapter, “A Warm Welcome.”)

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    • Glad you enjoyed it! 😀

      Ah, great quote, and very timely since I’m thinking of using this month’s Audible credit on Andy Serkis’ narration of The Hobbit – doesn’t that sound wonderful??

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