Bluberry

“The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“Mind . . . outruns itself and does away with the necessity of its own existence by inventing machines to do its own thinking . . . But who knows that such machines when brought to greater perfection, may not think of a plan to remedy all their own defects and then grind out ideas beyond the ken of the mortal mind!”
― Richard Thornton