“Your argument is little more than a complaint, Hettie, as are many so-called arguments these days.”
Roberta Pym, The Complete Undoing of William Ambrose.
“As a cook, let me assure you that it is always more fulfilling to know that a hammer—even a small one—was involved at some point (no matter how distant) concerning the dish I intend to prepare.”
Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
In the 21st century, people exhibit an almost unlimited gullibility and yet claim to be capable of achieving what they designate as mindfulness.
Hill Boothby, The Dazzling Realm of Almost.
“I am kicking a boulder, therefore I am.”
Ralston Dowd, A Spot of Bother.
Sophistication: a popular mental illness; a toxin.
Nathaniel Bumppo, The Final Word.
Computer: a place of concealment.
Clive Morrow, A Crustacean’s Dictionary.
Creating a world and then trying to make it seem as though that world simply happened. What do we call this activity?
Pamela Hrothgar, No Stone Unturned.
“Come on, Harry. Don’t you feel sorry for those two kids?”
“Well, yes. Of course. But, given sufficient time, I’d feel sorry for everyone.”
Gwen Tunder, The Soda Pop Murders.
“I am surprised all the time, Eleanor. And I must admit that it can be quite exhausting.”
Porter Oakes, The Alabaster Box.
“Oh look, he’s got a plastic bottle of water with him. He’ll be able to keep himself hydrated. What a clever fellow!”
Ralston Dowd, The General Ghastliness.
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