After an evening of club hopping Jeremy felt regret that he hadn’t brought along pencil and paper to jot down some of the more impressive lyrics.
Park V. Kessler, Nearly Happy.
“No it isn’t,” exclaimed Cedric, displaying once again that unfortunate habit of engaging in dispute with the voice-over narration.”
Chase Tipton, Enjoying Prison Pizza.
“It’s just more postmodernism, Glenda. How can it possibly matter?”
Diana Moone, Living Well.
Why do we hesitate?
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
“If you will just shut up, Judith, I’ll give you a twenty. Crisp and clean. Okay, then, a fifty!”
Heywood Wakefield, The Humdrum Demon.
The very notion that one is ethically superior excludes a person from that status. It disqualifies.
Chalmers van Nest, The Trivial Quadrivium.
“He owns a Kandinsky or two, a large full-length portrait of a young woman by Kirchner, and an important Warhol from the mid-60s. He is absolutely loaded, of course.”
Nicholas Crisp, Unfit for Murder.
Eventually it will seem as though we had been bewitched into believing that there was something called the internet.
Brendan Sander, Speaking in Wonders.
Upside down
is prince as clown
is swim as drown
is sticks as town
is grin as frown
is blue as brown
Up sighed “down”.
Patrick Malmsey, Collected Poems.
“I attack materialism. I mock all forms of sophistication. I expose the hilarity (and the mystery) of the written word. That’s about it.”
Dennis Waverly, A Woman in Gray.
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