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“Some people when they see cheese, chocolate or cake they don't think of calories.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Make a fist. Lightly. Leave enough room for a breath to pass through. Good. Good. All magic proceeds from breath. Remember that.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica

“Mother took the pie out of the oven and it hissed fragrant apple, maple, cinnamon steam through the knife cuts in the top crust. She was making her world beautiful. She was making her world delicious. It could be done, and if anyone could do it, she could.”
― J.J. Brown, Death and the Dream

“The sandy beach reminded Harold of picnics. And the thought of picnics made him hungry. So he laid out a nice simple picnic lunch.

There was nothing but pie. But there were all nine kinds of pie that Harold liked best.

When Harold finished his picnic there was quite a lot left. He hated to see so much delicious pie go to waste.

So Harold left a very hungry moose and a deserving porcupine to finish it up.”
― Crockett Johnson, Harold and the Purple Crayon

“Never ask a baker what went into a pie. Just eat.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

“If you have half a nothing - sell it for a double something, resell half at double-price, and buy another something and a half - how much nothing will you have two days from then? Like three. Because three is the short version of Ï€, and Ï€ is involved in virtually anything, in some form, if you believe what the internet tells you.”
― Will Advise, Nothing is here...

“As much as I disliked Eddie Kuntz, I could sort of identify with a man who got a stiffie over banana cream pie.”
― Janet Evanovich, Four to Score

“In fairy tales,â€� her mother used to say, “no one ever says I love you. They give food and they kiss. That’s what love is made of.”
― Jacqueline Sweet, A Slice of Honeybear Pie

“I went to sit in the bus station and think this over. I ate another apple pie and ice cream; that’s
practically all I ate all the way across the country, I knew it was nutritious and it was delicious, of
course.”
― Jack Kerouac

“What a sad and cynical world this has become when one is forced to be suspicious of pie.”
― Sandra Peterson Ramirez, The Infinite Loop: a novella of spaceships, time warps and free pie

“Eating pizza is like having a little heaven in your nose. Wait, that's not what you eat pizza with. I always get it confused with pizza-pie.”
― Will Advise, Nothing is here...

“She's only got eight fingers but she's got them stuck in all kinds of pies, and she keeps her thumbs bare for testing new ones.”
― Catherine Cookson, The Black Candle

“There were little triangles of coconut custard pie on a graham cracker crust for dessert, the best and sweetest thing...”
― Joe Hill

“People I had never seen before flocked in, their faces showing a longing you never saw for cake. People's eyes lit up for a cupcake, cake seemed to signal celebration. But their eyes got filmy, watery, misty when we handed them a slice of pie. Pie was memory. Nostalgia. Pie made people recall simpler, maybe happier times.”
― Judith Fertig, The Memory of Lemon

“El ±ô¾±³¾Ã³²Ô, como el amor, le da un gusto especial a la vida. En la limonada, el pie, el mousse, la gelatina, los caramelos, las brochetas de manzana, el jugo en las ensaladas de cebollas que se combinan con las lentejas y frejoles, la ensalada de chonta, la ensalada de palta, la leche de tigre,la leche de monja,el zumo que se agrega al pisco sour, el chilcano de pescado, el chinguirito, la causa de papa, las bolitas de kiwicha con miel de abeja y las deliciosas tejas, etc. En definitiva con el ±ô¾±³¾Ã³²Ô todo es más sabroso. ¿Y con el amor? De igual forma.”
― David Elías Cotos Espinoza, El secreto del amor está en el ±ô¾±³¾Ã³²Ô

“I am the most pious person in the room. Even though I have no pie - I have pizza, and what can be more virtuous than eating all by yourself?”
― Will Advise, Nothing is here...

“On the path to Conquer the throne,
some of your pawns must die...

If your eyes aim the big kill,
you must learn to eat humble pie.”
― Aamir Sarfraz (aamir rajput khan)

“Just for the sake of a piece of pie,
Some will speak unkind things about others and tell many lies”
― Charmaine J Forde

“The next day, Angelina was tending a fresh pot of red gravy on the stove. She was going to make Veal Parmigiana for dinner, to be accompanied by pasta, fresh bread, and salad. She left the sauce on low and went to put the finishing touches on the pie she had planned. Earlier, she had made 'a vol-au-vent'- the word means "windblown" in French- a pastry that was as light and feathery as a summer breeze, that Angelina had adapted to serve as a fluffy, delicately crispy pie crust.
The crust had cooled and formed a burnished auburn crown around the rim of the pie plate. She took a bowl of custardy creme anglaise out of the refrigerator and began loading it into a pie-filling gadget that looked like a big plastic syringe. With it, she then injected copious amounts of the glossy creme into the interior of the pie without disturbing the perfect, golden-crusty dome. That done, she heated the chocolate and cream on the stove top to create a chocolate ganache, which she would use as icing on the pie, just to take it completely over the top.”
― Brian O'Reilly, Angelina's Bachelors

“The diameter divides into the circumference, you know. It ought to be three times. You'd think so, wouldn't you? But does it? No. Three point one four one and lots of other figures. There's no end to the buggers. Do you know how pissed off that makes me?"
"I expect it makes you extremely pissed off," said Teppic politely.
"Right. It tells me that the Creator used the wrong kind of circles. It's not even a proper number! I mean, three point five, you could respect. Or three point three. That'd look *right*." He stared morosely at the pie.”
― Terry Pratchett, Pyramids

“In an apt demonstration of the principle of relativity, as propounded by Galileo, the bawdy platter and the steaming morsels thereon, remained in the same position, vis-à-vis Daniel, and hence were, in principle, just as edible as if he had been seated before and the pies had been resting upon a table that was stationary with respect to the fixed stars. This was true despite the fact that the carriage containing Daniel, Isaac Newton, and the pies, was banging around London. . . . Isaac, though better equipped than Daniel, or any other man alive, to understand relativity, showed no interest in his pie, as if being in a state of movement with respect to the planet Earth rendered it somehow not a pie. But as far as Daniel was concerned, a pie in a moving frame of reference was no less a pie than one that was sitting still. Position and velocity to him might be perfectly interesting physical properties, but they had no bearing on, no relationship to, those properties that were essential to “pie-ness.â€� All that mattered to Daniel were relationships between his—Daniel’s—physical state and that of the pie. If Daniel and pie were close together, both in position and velocity, then pie eating became a practical and tempting possibility. If pie were far sundered from Daniel, or moving at a large relative velocity, e.g. being hurled at his face, then its pie-ness was somehow impaired, at least from the Daniel frame of reference. At the time being however, these were purely scholastic hypotheticals. The pie was on his lap, and very much a pie, no matter what Isaac might think of it. Mr. Kat had lent them silver table settings and Daniel, as he spoke, tucked a napkin into his shirt collar, a flag of surrender and unconditional capitulation to the attractions of pie. Rather than laying down arms, he now picked them up, knife and fork, Isaac’s question frozen just as he poised these above the flaky top crust. . . . and he stabbed pie.”
― Neal Stephenson

“Starla, when you work in a restaurant, it’s not called ‘pie with ice cream on top.â€� It’s called pie a la mode. Try saying it one time.â€�
“A-la-mo,� she pronounced.
“There’s a good girl,â€� Darius said, grinning. “The next time you ask a customer if he wants some dessert, you ask him if he wants pie Alamo.”
― Erin O'Riordan, Cut

“Let's not freak out here," Jett said, ever the diplomat in venom green nail polish and little skull earrings. "People aren't going to come until they've had their dinner. Pie is for dessert."
Maggie and I stood behind the counter, arms folded, and stared out the display window.
Jett shook her head. Leave it to her to be remarkably upbeat while the rest of us were uncharacteristically morose. "Maybe we should open up so that this wonderful pie aroma brings them in," she said brightly. She opened the door and used it to fan the pie air out onto the street.
And it worked.
Somebody walked in.”
― Judith Fertig, The Memory of Lemon

“Maggie and I were delighted. It was now Jett's turn to go to the dark side. "I've never seen such a bunch of doom cookies," she said, wiping down the tables.
"What?"
"Doom cookies. You know, people who pretend to be something they're not, like girls in my class who pretend to be bad-ass but go home and read The Little House on the Prairie in their Disney princess bedrooms."
"Who were the Pie Night people pretending to be? I don't quite follow."
"They're pretending to be bad-ass pie bakers," Jett trilled in a church-lady falsetto, " 'Oh, leaf lard is the best.' 'No, I swear by a mixture of Crisco and butter.' When was the last time they actually baked a pie? If they did, they wouldn't be gorging themselves here on Pie Night. They probably don't even own a rolling pin." Jett sniffed. And then she added, diplomatically, "But your pie was good.”
― Judith Fertig, The Memory of Lemon

“How to uplift others. It’s not a pie, it’s a cake. It’s not a ladder, it’s a bridge.”
― Richie Norton

“Angelina wanted to start them off with a soup, one that would contrast nicely with the veal. She decided on her Mint Sweet Potato Bisque, a wonderful pureed soup, slightly thickened with rice, accented with golden raisins, brightened by fresh mint. And dessert called for pie. This was the first time she was having Johnny and Jerry to the table, and in Jerry's case it was almost a sales pitch, so everything had to be great. She jotted "Pears, black cherries, whole allspice, airplane bottle of Old Overholt Rye" down on her shopping list. The pie would bring it across the finish line.
Tracking down fresh mint and black cherries proved problematic. After four stops and no luck, she ended up taking the bus all the way to the Reading Terminal Market. Compromising on dried mint and canned cherries was out of the question. It worked out well enough in the end because she found what she was looking for and even managed to duck into the Spice Terminal and score whole allspice for the pie, some Spanish saffron (because it was on sale), cardamom pods (impossible to find anywhere else), and mace blades (because she'd never tried them before).”
― Brian O'Reilly, Angelina's Bachelors

“Es war schon lange dunkel. [...] Ein bleicher Mond spazierte über den Hof, Schweigen legte sich auf die umstehenden Häuser. Ich bat Salim, nur noch die letzte Kasette auszuprobieren.
Salim lehnte mit dem Kopf an der Wand, er hatte die Augen geschlossen; auch ich war im Sitzen fast eingeschlafen. Doch diesmal erreichten die Lieder Netanel, denn plötzlich fuhr er hoch und rannte zu seinem Mandarinenbaum, umarmte dessen Stamm und weinte. Wie ein kleines Kind weinte er, nicht wie ein Jugendlicher. Die Klänge ergossen sich in den Hof wie geschmolzene Butter mit Honig. Ein großes Orchester spielte dort, mit Geigen und Cello und allem Drum und Dran.
Salim lehnte sich so weit zurück, dass er den Kopf auf die Stuhllehne legen konnte, und konzentrierte sich auf den Himmel. Wie segenspendender Regen tropften die Klänge auf die Erde. [...]
Diese Kassette hörten wir dann immer wieder. Salim konnte die Texte schon fast auswendig, aber ihre Bedeutung verstand er nicht. [...] In dem einen Lied kam immer wieder das Wort "pie" vor; das musste eine Art Kuchen sein, etwas Gebackenes. Ich kannte es nicht.”
― Daniella Carmi, Lucy im Himmel

“A brand new pie is waiting for me each night after work, as if he knows he hit his stride and he is going to exploit that knowledge. Fudge pie, pumpkin, apple, pecan, chocolate, strawberry, rhubarb, lemon, peach... I go through a week of pies, then two. I dream about our pretty baby, and end up sobbing over Mama every time I take a shower.

Why can't things be right? Like books or movies. Why can't things just ever, once, be right?

That afternoon, I find the pinnacle of pies: a peanut butter Reese's one.

I'm glad I've got a reason for the growing belly. Truthfully, I think it's mostly pie.”
― Ella James, The Plan

“While their mother told Mrs. Bettle and Bett about her trip to France when she was a girl- 'Oh, Champs-Elysées!'- Milly hauled out a bottle of milk from the refrigerator and a sack of dried kidney beans from the pantry. She opened her recipe book, looking for something to make out of the available ingredients: milk, flour, butter, and kidney beans. When she didn't find a recipe, she decided to do what every woman in the country did when she lacked materials: bake a pie. Not every woman would have made a kidney bean pie, though.”
― Rebecca Rasmussen, The Bird Sisters

“Milly went to work on her piecrust. After she'd rolled out the bottom layer and then the top one, she moved on to the kidney beans. She didn't know that the beans had to be soaked in warm water overnight and then cooked for several hours otherwise they'd upset the digestive tract- 'to the point of tears,' Milly would read later in the cookbook. She plucked a sprig of thyme from her herb box on the windowsill and dropped it, along with the beans, into the pie.
'Poor things,' she said to her herbs, stroking their leaves, which were soft as feathers.”
― Rebecca Rasmussen, The Bird Sisters