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Joan Jett’s nearly forgotten early masterpiece: “I Admire Rock ‘n’ Roll”.

Carter Seagraves, The Realm of Anti-Humor.

“Artist retreat? Why would an artist need a retreat? Being an artist is a retreat.”

Chase Tipton, Enjoying Prison Pizza.

“But what does pizzazz mean?”

“It means sex, Wilkins, just like all the other words.”

Haskell Wexler, Paradise, the Novel.

On that cold damp morning in November, Mr. Ambrose felt that there could not be a more ridiculous world.

Victoria Salt, ed., A Compendium of Opening Lines.

Elbow day

Oh, elbow day!

May a bit of bruising

Come my way.

Patrick Malmsey, Manifest Toe. (from Book III)

“No, Sandra, it was all about my new slogan: I assume, therefore I am.”

Karl Buckling, Time Domain Blues.

Modern physics might even outdo contemporary art as an insular enterprise. It is not about anything.

Rollin Mungo, Selected Rants of Mr. Barraclough.

“But the letter ‘D’, my dear Roberta, is for dayes of Plymouth olde.”

Crosby Fields, A Reasonable Amount of Trouble.

“One never knows what will happen next, Sergeant. Of course. But don’t I have a right to expect that something will happen?”

Pryce Cummings, Rattle Box.

Science: a sometimes rigorous superficiality.

Nathaniel Bumppo, The Final Word.