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The clanging of the cart recedes. Marie-Laure
What is there in a name? It is merely an empty basket, until you put something into it.
I peeked in the bag. Do you know what was in there? I'll tell you what was in there: a collapsible tray table. Is there any sadder purchase in this fucking world? Maybe a CD of C+C Music Factory's Greatest Hits, but that's about it.
Other writers tell me about these bushel baskets delivered at the front door. If I've gotten 50 letters over the last 18 years, I'd be surprised.
It looked like the basket of someone keen to live life to the full
Whack 'em, stack 'em and pack 'em.
a bag of wet farts. But
A box of tacks - might actually be something less obvious: a box and tacks.
That box contains the 'something' that was inside you. You didn't know that when you carried it here and gave it to Keiko with your own hands. Now you'll never get it back.
A stack of banged-up grocery carts humped each other in a metal orgy in the far corner of the new Sedano's parking lot.
I tried to think outside the box but couldn't open the lid.
That's a big trunk," James said, as we jammed in the leathery old case that looked so much like the black heart of some leviathan. "It fits a tuba, three suitcases, a dead dog, and a garment bag almost perfectly."
"That's just what they used to say in the ads," I said ...
parents pushed shopping carts filled with boxes of all shapes and sizes, as well as screaming children of all shapes and sizes. I
My life was like that box. The best things in all the imperfections.
Because every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart. It contains what you do everything for, strive for, wound everything around you.
waistcoat-pocket,
And close at hand, the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood. And close at hand, the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood.
Hang o'er the Box, and hover round the Ring. Think what an equipage thou hast in Air, 45 And view with scorn two Pages and a Chair.
There are plastic bags with zippers on them. I've seen them in commercials," Dragos said to her. He snapped his fingers, trying to remember the name. "You put food in them."
"Ziploc bags?" she asked in a cautious voice.
He pointed at her. "Yes. I want one.
Holy water, a couple cloves of garlic, vials of salt, and iron fillings filled the basket, intended to be door prizes for anything that showed up in an attempt to suck my blood, carry me off to faerieland, or sell me stale cookies.
'The Lunchbox' has been a blessing - all gift-wrapped and tied with a bow. Life is a lunchbox of chocolates now!
His entired life bundled into wenty refuse sacks.
His and her memories bundle away in Holly's mind.
Each item unearthed dust, tears, laughter and memories. She bagged the items, cleared the dust, wiped her eyes and filed away the memories.
Baggage is how you carry the good stuff.
Cream is put in a cardboard container, and the container is put in a carton on a bed of dry ice, and chunks of dry ice are packed on both sides of it and on top.
A four foot box, a foot for every year.
What's in the box? Not a severed head - again - I trust?" It seemed too small for that, fortunately. Cordelia's gray eyes glinted. "Now, now, Oliver. Bring home one dismembered body part, once, mind you, once, and people get twitchy about checking your luggage ever after.
When you realise the difference between the container and the content, you will have knowledge.
Packing is chiefly planning
if it is
hung on the rack, besides numerous other small portable articles of vertu that
was holding a large, insulated lunch sack.
Life is like a box of cookies.
Someone who is all wrapped up in himself makes a very small package.
Like a church bell, a coffin, and a vat of melted chocolate, a supply closet is rarely a comfortable place to hide.
I buy things through the ShopStyle app on my phone, then have them delivered to a neighbour so Oliver doesn't see them arrive. When he's out, I collect them, cut off the labels, and bury them deep in the recycling box under the wine bottles.
Thanks to my mother, not a single cardboard box has found its way back into society. We receive gifts in boxes from stores that went out of business twenty years ago.
She'd packed up her mother's life in boxes for storage
Think outside the box, collapse the box, and take a fucking sharp knife to it.
nothing in the bag but a quart
into the cell, put the basket down upon the magistrate's
The worlds smallest package is a person wrapped up in themselves.
I like boxes because of the secrets they hide.
Oh, a Container Store," I gush upon seeing the organizational store.
"Does that get you all hot and bothered, Chloe? Did you want to stop?"
"Shut up," I say as we cross the street. "Maybe later.
In this trunk," she says with a serious face, "is God's gift to women."
"Chocolate?"
"No."
"Midol?"
"What? No."
"Tampons?"
"Stop guessing," she says.
Before you can think out of the box, you have to start with a box
The Produce Gem grins from half-way down the chip aisle. "And I thought the cucumber choosing was detailed."
Cash.
He was watching.
He saw me breaking it down.
He saw my invisible bad summer-time fashion choices.
One box, and it holds a whole life of love - almost every letter Carly and I have ever exchanged. Seeing it here, all together, three big bundles of paper...is that all we were? Dying pages, fading ink?
I carry groceries home on the tank of my motorcycle.
We live in a society where everything's packaged.
I love bags, and little bags within bags. Everything is contained.
I pull out a zippered CD case, but unfortunately, it's slim pickens inside, and I say this not only because the choices are bad, which they are, but because there actually is a Slim Pickens CD inside.
I'm the clown you take out of the box and wind up when you need a good laugh. And then, when you're done with me, I go back in my box.
A box without hinges, key, or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
What's the one thing - not two things, not three, not four, but the one big thing - in the box?
If I don't have room for an item, I put it in warehouses.
Oh. Sorry. I just kinda have a thing for cabinets. And chests. And caskets, trunks, crates, cartons ... all kinds of boxes, I guess.
A collection of takeout boxes slumped together like old men in bad weather.
To a child, often the box a toy came in is more appealing than the toy itself.
our bags, and through the family
pocket. "Tanner," Nathaniel
Hullie's a lot like a garbage can. You step on the pedal with your foot and the top opens up.
Choose whatever box you like, Mike. Just don't put me in one, son. Believe me, I won't fit.
I cannot be contained ... bec ause I am the container
A box where she was expected to be sweet and sensitive (but not oversensitive); a box for young and pretty girls who were not as bright or powerful as their boyfriends. A box for people who were not forces to be reckoned with.
The box is only temporary.
I brug you two [gifts] ... I gots the little here in my pockie.' He dug one hand deep into his pocket and pulled out a handful of nuts and a dead grasshopper. 'Nope. Be the other side.' (Matt)
The rain battered the cottage. Valkyrie risked a look up at Skulduggery.
"What is it?" she whispered.
"It's a box," he whispered back.
"What kind of box?"
"A wooden one."
She gave him a look.
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky-tacky, Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes all the same.
As a professional athlete, there aren't too many things as gratifying as being on the front of a box. Whether it be a cereal box or a game box. It's very gratifying.
This is called 'Black Box', for the girl who holds the key to mine.
Very few people know this, but I love organizational products and tools. One of my favorite places to shop are container stores where you can get bins, boxes and crates to organize your life.
Handful was my basket name.
Some breakfast food manufacturer hit upon the simple notion of emptying out the leavings of carthorse nose bags, adding a few other things like unconsumed portions of chicken layer's mash, and the sweepings of racing stables, packing the mixture in little bags and selling them in health food shops.
My boxes are life's experiences aesthetically expressed.
A sage traveling all day
is never far from the supplies in his cart,
and however spectacular the views
he remains calm and composed.
One does not contemplate it like a picture. The idea of contemplation disappears completely. Simply take note that it's a bottle rack, or that it's a bottle rack that has changed its destination ... It's not the visual question of the readymade that counts; it's the fact that it exists, even.
A good bargaine is a pick-purse.
[A good bargain is a pick-purse.]
When a man is wrapped up in himself, he makes a pretty small package.
I have three boxes on my desk: In, Out, and Too Hard.
When you think of couponing, you picture a mom cutting coupons out of the back of the newspaper.
A parcel of country boobies
Once unloaded, everything has to be lugged through
The past, boxed up and stacked out of sight. But never too far away
Why do croutons come in airtight packages? It's just stale bread to begin with.
Look at all that rubbish," she said, watching the electric van slowly whirr from bin to bin, little men in gloves removing it all.
"They're taking it away," I said.
"Where to?" she said. "It just gets moved around dearie, that's all.
At this late hour a wagon has been procured, and I have had it filled with plate and the most valuable portable articles, belonging to the house.
I got a standard box. I don't never want nothing special. Then if I drop my box, I can borrow somebody else's.
A bag which was left and not only taken but turned away was not found. The place was shown to be very like the last time. A piece was not exchanged, not a bit of it, a piece was left over. The rest was mismanaged.
How subtle is the relationship between the traveler and his luggage! He knows, as no one else knows, its idiosyncrasies, its contents ... and always some small nuisance which he wishes he had not brought; had known, indeed, before starting that he would regret it, but brought it all the same.
Mr. Gryce was like a merchant whose warehouses are crammed with an unmarketable commodity.
Can you keep a secret?"
"Me and Tupperware, baby. We seal tight. Ain't nothing going to get out.
Chopsticks box! I didn't know before and put them on the table and my Japan friends scolded me.
carrying a mobile phone and an electronic diary. A short stocky
The Package is the Product, onomatopoeticized
My mother is the kind of woman you don't want to be in line behind at the supermarket. She has coupons for coupons.
Compressed into boxes, packed in sawdust, ... trussed up in sacks, roped up like hams ...
In preservation canisters, so they could be installed into any cymek walker. Now
I didn't eat all of it."
"Oh, so it ate itself?" Dee shrieked so loudly I thought I heard the rafters in the ceiling shake. "Did the spoon ate it? Oh wait, I know. The carton ate it."
"Actually, I think the freezer ate it.
I got a safe full of cherries 'cause I pop it and lock it.
I was a Christmas present that was delivered unwrapped.
...and a suitcase of memories.