[W]e must have a pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie…. It casts out stress as the heat of the hand repels quicksilver…. Keep you your precious vapors, your fantods, your anxiety. Give me a pie. Give me a pie anyday. – David Mamet, Boston Marriage
I understand by this passion the union of desire, friendship, and tenderness, which is inflamed by a single female, which prefers her to the rest of her sex, and which seeks her possession as the supreme or the sole happiness of our being. – Edward Gibbon
