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We need more novels like we need more postmodernist paintings. The two needs are identical.
Rollin Mungo, Selected Rants of Mr. Barraclough.
We need more novels like we need more postmodernist paintings. The two needs are identical.
Rollin Mungo, Selected Rants of Mr. Barraclough.
Mark was a wonderful liar, Inspector. Incomparable, actually.
Hilary Fewkes, The Banality Killings.
A dialogue bubble extended from the hound’s mouth. Inside the bubble were these words: “Barkle. Barkle! Snuff. Snarf.”
Gunnar Grimes, The Persistence of Vision.
“lol” on internet comment streams actually says: No, I did not laugh out loud. No one laughs today—unless they are inebriated.
Christopher Anselm, Militant Vulgarity.
“Well, of course, we’re stuck with names, aren’t we? I mean not just our own particular names, but names in general.”
Everson Dwight, Being and Murder.
“Since the table leg is made of steel, there is no way it can harm my foot.” That’s the very sort of logic Charlie applied. Day after day.
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
