Lore Sjöberg

“Hatch nodded, drove in silence for a while, then said, “Ever think we might be just pieces in a self-building, evolving machine, forming itself to crush the human spirit?” Every goddamn day, Bailey thought. “Pie,” he said. “When you start to thinking that way, think about pie. Your favorite kind. Pie is real; everything else is your mind trying to trick you.”
― Christopher Moore, Noir