Lyndsay

“[Minho] pulled one of his knives from a pocket and, without missing a beat, cut a big piece of ivy off the wall. He threw it on the ground behind him and kept running.
“Bread crumbs?” Thomas asked, the old fairy tale popping into his mind. Such odd glimpses of his past had almost stopped surprising him.
“Bread crumbs,” Minho replied. “I’m Hansel, you’re Gretel.”
― James Dashner, The Maze Runner

“If honeydew melons disappeared from the planet, would anyone even notice? We would just continue to eat prosciutto like God intended us to.”
― Jim Gaffigan

“What about you, Neville?” said Ron. “Well, my gran brought me up and she’s a witch,” said Neville, “but the family thought I was all-Muggle for ages. My Great Uncle Algie kept trying to catch me off my guard and force some magic out of me — he pushed me off the end of Blackpool pier once, I nearly drowned — but nothing happened until I was eight. Great Uncle Algie came round for dinner, and he was hanging me out of an upstairs window by the ankles when my Great Auntie Enid offered him a meringue and he accidentally let go. But I bounced — all the way down the garden and into the road. They were all really pleased, Gran was crying, she was so happy.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“Strawberry pie and other delicacies are eaten around the world every day. Yet if I simply eat and enjoy them for their own sake without thought of God as the creator and giver of the pleasure, then I am eating strawberry pie like an atheist.”
― Steve DeWitt, Eyes Wide Open