Pie Crust Quotes

1. "When I look at a pie chart, I just go numb."
Author: Aaron Koblin

2. "Lai saprastu savus vistuvakos cilvekus, man jasaprot pašam sevi. Jo kopš manas piedzimšanas briža es esmu paklauts tadu pašu speku iedarbibai ka vini. Es esmu paklauts laikam, un laiks ir paklauts man. Es esmu paklauts sabiedribai, un sabiedriba ir paklauta man. Ka rodas pasaules uzskats? Uz šo jautajumu man vel jaatbild sev pašam. Man vajag sagremot pašam sevi, pirms es drikstu kerties pie citiem."
Author: Alberts Bels

3. "I tend to lose control when pie crust is involved."
Author: Alice Clayton

4. "We finished off a small pie and when we got home I washed the tomato sauce out of her hair, which I had expected, but also out of her underwear, which I think must be the sign that you have really, really enjoyed your lunch."
Author: Amy Bloom

5. "Kur vispar zinašanas cilveci novedušas? Pie atombumbam, navigam gazem un visadiem naves rikiem. Nebutu augstskolu, laudis izkautos ar rungam, dabutu punus un zilumus un – atkal varetu slegt mieru.Parspiletas pieklajibas klusinataja gamma katrs specigaks akords skaneja griezigi, bet visu laiku skali bungota priekšnesuma asaki piesitieni nevienu neuztrauca. Viss tacu dibinajas uz kontrastiem!"
Author: Anšlavs Eglitis

6. "In endless space countless luminous spheres, round each of which some dozen smaller illuminated ones revolve, hot at the core and covered over with a hard cold crust; on this crust a mouldy film has produced living and knowing beings: this is empirical truth, the real, the world. Yet for a being who thinks, it is a precarious position to stand on one of those numberless spheres freely floating in boundless space, without knowing whence or whither, and to be only one of innumerable similar beings that throng, press, and toil, restlessly and rapidly arising and passing away in beginningless and endless time."
Author: Arthur Schopenhauer

7. "I like ducks." Jem observed diplomatically. "Esspecially the ones in Hyde Park." He glanced side ways at Will; both boys were sitting at the edge of a high table, thier legs dangling over the side. "Remember when you tried to convince me to feed pultry pie the the mallards in the park to see if you couls breed a race of cannibal ducks?""They ate it too," Will reminisced. "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck."
Author: Cassandra Clare

8. "Se detuvo a medio camino para mirar atrás. De pie y temblando en el agua y no de frío porque no hacía ninguno. No le hables. No la llames. Cuando se acercó, él le tendió la mano y ella la tomó. Era tan pálida en el lago que parecía estar ardiendo. Como una luz fosforescente en un bosque tenebroso. Que ardía sin llama. Como la luna que ardía sin llama. Sus cabellos negros flotaban en el agua alrededor, caían y flotaban en el agua. Ella le rodeó el cuello con su otro brazo y miró hacia la luna en el oeste no le hables no la llames y entonces volvió su rostro hacia él. Más dulce por el hurto de tiempo y carne, más dulce por la traición. Grullas que anidaban y se sostenían sobre una pata entre las cañas de la orilla sur habían sacado sus esbeltos picos de debajo de las alas para vigilar. ¿Me quieres?, preguntó ella. Sí, dijo él. Pronunció su nombre. Dios mío, sí, dijo."
Author: Cormac McCarthy

9. "Briefly, then, life, to the pessimist, is a motiveless desire, a constant pain and continued struggle, followed by death, and so on, in secula seculorum, until the planet's crust crumbles to dust."
Author: Edgar Saltus

10. "Es mejor morir de pie que vivir de rodillas."
Author: Emiliano Zapata

11. "But these young people have such an intelligent, knowledgeable surface, and then the crust suddenly breaks and you look down into the depths of confusion you didn't know existed."
Author: Evelyn Waugh

12. "No me queda más remedio que ser paciente, deshacer los nudos y volver a conectar cada hilo. Recomponer la situación. ¿Por dónde empiezo? No encuentro el punto de partida. Estoy anclado al pie de un alto muro. La pared que me rodea es resbaladiza como la superficie de un espejo. No hay nada a lo que echar mano. Nada a lo que agarrarse. Estoy perdido"
Author: Haruki Murakami

13. "Aquella figura era Daemon, y gruñía enfadado mientras se ponía de pie como un ángel vengador bañado en una luz celestial"
Author: Jennifer L. Armentrout

14. "You can't bribe me with pie." Before he'd finished the sentence, his stomach grumbled loudly in a plea for the pie.The men grinned."We all know you're a pie ho," Mr. Elroy said."
Author: Jill Shalvis

15. "It made me think of my mother, when she made her pie crusts. She'd prick little holes all over the place. So it can breath, she said. I was just breathing. I closed my eyes, anticipating each cut, feeling that wash of relief when it was done."
Author: Jodi Picoult

16. "I've never had a better piece o' roast. But it was the apple pie as made the meal. It was flaky and sweet, all buttery,with-""Enough!" Dougal's stomach growled loudly. "The food I was given was not fit for consumption. Ride to town today, and fetch some foodstuffs. Some apples, tarts, a few meat pies-whatever will keep well.""Aye,me lord.Do ye want an apple now? I've one here I was saving fer yer horse.""Thank you." Dougal pocketed the apple."Not very hospitable, giving yer poor victuals and a lumpy bed.""This is all part of their plan. Mr. MacFarlane regrets giving up his house on the gaming table, and his daughter is determined to regain it."
Author: Karen Hawkins

17. "Never promise to make pie and fail to deliver on that promise."
Author: Kate Lebo

18. "Trust your judgment, baby witch. No one else's. You've got good instincts for someone flakier than my mum's pie crust." (Leprechaun to Rachel)"
Author: Kim Harrison

19. "Fresh peach pie can lift a bullying reprobate into apologetic courtesy; I have watched it happen."
Author: Leif Enger

20. "If you are baking a pie for your friends, and you read an article entitled 'How to Build a Chair' instead of a cookbook, you pie will probably end up tasting like wood and nails instead of like crust and fruity filling."
Author: Lemony Snicket

21. "Así como localizamos en el cuerpo de una persona todas las posibilidades de su vida, el recuerdo de los seres que conoce y a quienes acaba de dejar, o a los que va a unirse, así yo, si al enterarme por Francisca de que la señora de Guermantes iría a pie a almorzar a casa de la princesa de Parma, la veía, a eso de mediodía, bajar de su casa con su traje de raso claro, sobre el cual su rostro era del mismo matiz, como una nube a la puesta del sol, lo que ante mí veía eran todos los placeres del barrio de Saint-Germain contenidos en aquel pequeño volumen como en una concha, entre aquellas bruñidas valvas de sonrosado nácar."
Author: Marcel Proust

22. "Lector se nace, lector se hace, lector se muere. Como el hábito no tiene finalidad práctica, no admite renuncia por abandono ni por desaliento ante el posible competidor.El lector se arrodilla como el arqueólogo, trepa escalera como el restaurador, fortalece músculos con el diccionario de María Moliner, huronea de tomo en tomo. Lee de pie y escarba en librerías, sufriendo la melancólica anemia de su bolsillo, el despiste de los libreros y la necesidad del ángel que lo aliente para desmalezar la selva de los libros chatarra.Lo creíamos sedentario y en realidad es un atleta, comparado con prójimos que sortean estas gimnasias y se solidifican en ángulo recto frente a las pantallas..."
Author: María Elena Walsh

23. "Though blessed with the enviable properties of a mink coat—graceful, unreasonable, and impractical no matter what she was draped over—she was nevertheless one of those people whose personality proved to be the bane of modern mathematicians. She was neither a flat nor solid shape. She showed no symmetry at all. Trigonometry, Calculus and Statistics all proved useless. Her Pie Chart was a muddle of arbitrary wedges, her Line Graph, the silhouette of the Alps. And just when one listed her under Chaos Theory—Butterfly Effects, Weather Predictions, Fractals, Bifurcation diagrams and whatnot—she showed up as an equilateral triangle, sometimes even a square."
Author: Marisha Pessl

24. "I had a lot of disasters in the kitchen, even during the long period when I was cooking under my mother's supervision and with the benefit of her experience. I still fail all the time, in particular when I turn to baking. After hundreds of attempts, following dozens of different formulas, I don't think I have ever made what I would consider to be a completely successful pie crust. Disaster is somehow part of the appeal of cooking for me. If that first Velvet Crumb Cake had turned out to be a flop, I don't know if I would have pursued my interest in cooking. But cooking entails stubbornness and a tolerance--maybe even a taste--for last-minute collapse. You have to be able to enjoy the repeated and deliberate following of a more of less lengthy, more or less complicated series of steps whose product is very likely--after all that work, with no warning, right at the end--to curdle, sink, scorch, dry up, congeal, burn, or simply taste bad."
Author: Michael Chabon

25. "The event that will light the way for immigration in North America is the talking picture. The silent film brings nothing but entertainment—a pie in the face, a fop being dragged by a bear out of a department store—all events governed by fate and timing, not language and argument. The tramp never changes the opinion of the policeman. The truncheon swings, the tramp scuttles through a corner window and disturbs the fat lady's ablutions. These comedies are nightmares. The audience emits horrified laughter as Chaplin, blindfolded, rollerskates near the edge of the unbalconied mezzanine. No one shouts to warn him. He cannot talk or listen. North America is still without language, gestures and work and bloodlines are the only currency."
Author: Michael Ondaatje

26. "A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in. A minute to smile and an hour to weep in. A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, And never a laugh but the moans come double. And that is life. A crust and a corner that makes love precious, With a smile to warm and tears to refresh us, And joy seems sweeter when cares come after, And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter. And that is life."
Author: Paul Laurence Dunbar

27. "When I left Merle was wearing a bungalow apron and rolling pie crust. She came to the door wiping her hands on the apron and kissed me on the mouth and began to cry and ran back into the house, leaving the doorway empty [...] I had a funny feeling as I saw the house disappear, as though I had written a poem and it was very good and I had lost it and would never remember it again. (p. 262)"
Author: Raymond Chandler

28. "I'm an excellent pastry chef. My pie crust is better than my Zia Rosa's. Come on back to the kitchen. I'll make a chocolate cream pie before your very eyes. I'll feed a piece of it to you by hand. And by the time I'm done, you're not going to be asking me if I'm gay anymore."She cleared her throat, gaze darting down. "Is that so.""It is," he said. "On your feet. Come on back to the kitchen. I mean it. I'm dead serious. It's pie time. And I am so ready for you."
Author: Shannon McKenna

29. "He gestured toward the rice pudding. "I put cinnamon on it. Cancels out the cholesterol. Read about it on the Men's Health Web site."Her lips twitched. "That's bullshit." She eyed the banana cream pie. "What cheap pop-science justification have you got for that one?"He contemplated the pie. "Well, bananas are good for you. Lots of potassium, which helps you shed water weight, right? And there's no trans fats in the pie crust. I can promise you that.""Yeah?" Her lips pursed, suppressing a smile. "So what is in it?"He grinned wickedly. "Lard," he announced. "Artery clogging, cholesterol-laden pig fat. Hope you're not a vegetarian."
Author: Shannon McKenna

30. "Currently where you are is on a huge globe with a relatively thin crust of stone, containing fire in its bowels, rotating on its own slightly tilted axis at 1,000 miles per hour in an easterly direction while simultaneously traveling in orbit around an enormous ball of burning hydrogen, 93,000,000 miles away at 66,000 miles per hour. That's 66,000 miles per hour, or nineteen miles per second, which is much faster that you've maybe ever imagined, and means that you will be traveling nearly 60,000,000 miles this coming year.Beauty is, you don't have to imagine it, you can feel it instead. And if you want to know what it's like, simply stop. Be still, and in that stillness, whatever you are feeling in your belly: that's it. this is what it feels like to go 66,000 miles per hour while spinning at one thousand."
Author: Stephen Russell

31. "When people pose the question, are you "coxom", Tom Conrad? I like to pose a question back at them: Is J.K. Rowling actually a witch? Is Thomas Harris the no. 1 serial killer in the the US, did Yann Martell really spend a lifetime eating pie?Of course, as far as I know J.K. Rowling is not a witch, but instead is a rather lovely and talented writer. As for that Thomas Harris (equally talented), I very much suspect he isn't actually a serial killer at all, or if he is, he's involved in the biggest case of double bluff… ever! As for Yann Martell, well, as everyone with half a brain knows his book is actually concerned with a mathematical constant, so ignore the dumb pie joke. Hm :/"
Author: Tom Conrad

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