“Good news, Martin! I have just completed the opening lines for my short stories. Eighteen of them! An entire collection, old boy. As for the stories themselves, I’ll hire someone to handle that. Of course.”
Mark Anthony, The Tale of the Mirror.
I made sure to smile—at least once a week—in what I considered to be a convincing way.
Will Bestwyck, Letters From Mr. Palindrome.
Occasionally, Mike would refer, in a hushed tone, to people he called “the unsympathetic overseers.”
Pryce Cummings, Rattle Box.
“For Extraordinary Achievement in Style.” That is how the medallion should read, thought Harry.
Mark Anthony, The Tale of the Mirror.
Most images are stupid looking.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
The internet is forever.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
What is the difference between having no videos at all and having tens of millions of videos that will never be watched? Why do we attribute inherent value to plenitude?
Hill Boothby, Essays on Disappointment Management.
“We are pagans!” Devon enthused. “And, hey, everything is good! Everything is really good.”
Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
“There’s a tiger in my room!” exclaimed Mr. Fewkes. “Can’t someone please remove it?”
Chadwick Graves, Maoist Struggle Session and Other Stories.
It became a meteorite only after it had gone clunk, right on top of Miss Stacie’s head.
Will Southey, Government Cheese, the Novel.
