The quiet fear, that came nearer to the surface now as she scanned the pages- she was in the "Salads" section- was that this thing, this refusal of her mouth to eat, was malignant; that it would spread; that slowly the circle now dividing the non-devourable from the devourable world become smaller and smaller, that the objects available to her would be excluded one by one.

-The Edible Woman, Margaret Atwood