dennis scharnberg

“I know you are looking for Yes, Victoria.  But it is No.  Again.  It simply must be.  Sorry.”

Diana Moone, Living Well.

“More modernist paintings?” cried Devon.  “One couldn’t delineate more precisely what we do not need.”

Lawrence Bird,  Make It So.

“Not caring is the thing,” laughed Edgar. “Who is able to care the very least? That’s our game.”

Chadwick Graves, One Damned Thing After Another.

Frances felt increasingly confident about the claim that her earlier sentence—spoken at breakfast—was an arrangement of words that had never been stated before.  In all of history.

Tristan Holyoke, A Tree Full of Monkeys.

“Tell us, Nigel.”  Virginia was teasing again.  “Don’t you ever feel just a tad shallow?”

Leighton Johns,  My Uncle Toby.

He needs arrest.

Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.