A cherry pie is . . . ephemeral. From the moment it emerges from the oven it begins a steep decline: from… — Nick Harkaway Copy Share Image
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The real enemy is not fat but us. We are the misusers; we are the greedy ones. If we have no better… — Dorian "Doc" Paskowitz Copy Share Image
“You walked a mile in the rain to drink hot water?” “To be with you,” she said. “You’re better than pie.” And… — Robert B. Parker Copy Share Image
“In Port William, more than anyplace else I had been, this religion that scorned the beauty and goodness of this world was… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
