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“The world is full of unrequited love,' I said finally.
'You and Patrick having problems?' Dad said, reaching around to get the butter out of the fridge.
'No, I was just wondering what you would say if I was a lesbian.'
'Come again?' said Lester. 'I'm having a hard time following this conversation.”
― Phyllis Reynolds Naylor, Alice on the Outside

“Kit," said a female voice, "what's wrong with the fridge? All the food's gone. No, wait, there's a really ugly alien in here disguised as a leaky lettuce. Hey, I guess I shouldn't be rude to it; it's a visitor. Welcome to our planet, Mr. Alien!"
This was followed by some muffled remark that Nita couldn't make out, possibly something Kit was saying. A moment later, Kit's sister Carmela's voice came out of Nita's refrigerator again. "Hola, Nita, are your phone bills getting too big? This is a weird way to deal with it...”
― Diane Duane, Wizard's Holiday

“I have no use for these other loves.
Seal them shut in jars
and place them in the pantry.
A reserve of love.

Thank them for their love.
They are so kind.
Perhaps store them in the fridge
For others to take.

They say love is a panacea.
I know it is not.
Flakes of snow,
no two are alike.

When I am down on my knees,
hopeless and angry,
for the world no longer makes sense,
I won't look in the pantry or fridge.

It is your hand pressing on my shoulder
that makes me whole,
makes me forget.
What trouble? What world?”
― Kamand Kojouri

“It was a brave old world.”
― Mark A. Rayner, The Fridgularity

“If all else fails, pillage the fridge.”
― Rene Gutteridge, Boo Humbug

“A maid鈥檚 yard, house, wardrobe, fridge, etc. sometimes also serve as her master鈥檚 dustbin or dumpsite.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“No electricity, fridge, TV or game console. I guess changing from human was enough fun and games for werewolves.”
― Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind

“I have a trophy cabinet. It鈥檚 called a fridge, and I keep my ketchup on the same shelf as my 1991 runner-up.”
― Jarod Kintz, A Memoir of Memories and Memes

“At parties, I keep my car keys frozen in an ice cube tray. That way I can safely drink and not worry about where I parked my fridge.”
― Jarod Kintz, A Memoir of Memories and Memes

“He got up. The Kitchen Korner, sensing him, woke. The fridge door slid aside. A single ancient leaf of lettuce sagged blackly through the plastic rods of one white shelf. A half-empty bottle of Evian on another. He held his cupped hands hands above the lettuce, willing himself to feel something radiating from its decay, some subtle life force, orgones, particles of an energy unknown to science.
Alison Shires was going to kill herself. He knew he'd seen it. Seen it somehow in the incidental data she generated in her mild-mannered passage through the world of things.
"Hey there," the fridge said. "You've left me open."
Laney said nothing.
"Well, do you 'want' the door open, partner? You know it interferes with the automatic 'de'-frost..."
"Be quiet. " His hands felt better. Cooler.
He stood there until his hands were quite cold, then withdrew them and pressed the tips of his fingers against his temples, the fridge taking this opportunity to close itself without further comment.”
― William Gibson, Idoru

“I checked the fridge twice. I want everything to be beautiful. Tomatoes, a whole shelf of fresh peaches, peach compote, ginger root, lemons, red onions, and a ripening melon.”
― Elizabeth Bard, Picnic in Provence: A Memoir with Recipes