“Even the Thanksgiving when her parents had just divorced, Hoosier Pie made the cut. ...They also, incidentally, made a pumpkin pie, but it fell on the floor, a classic example of survival of the fittest”
“This shit is easy peasy, pumpkin peasy, pumpkin pie, muthafucka!”
“Pies mean Thanksgiving and Christmas and picnics.”
“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.”
“I can't even say 'hair pie,'' I told him, 'unless I'm talking about an actual pie made out of rabbits....”
“There is a place, September, oh, very far from Pandemonium. A place where it is always autumn, where there is always cider and pumpkin pie, where leaves are always orange and fresh-cut wood is always burning and it is always, just always Halloween.”