Denise and Carla were desperate to find out—to fathom—what that snapshot had meant to the old boy.
Harrison Wilmer, The Michaelmas Killer.
At some point that evening, Newburne began to talk about what he called “the beauty of the object.”
Everson Dwight, Theory of Machines, a Novel.
Logic haunts us.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
“Not water, Linda. No. Water is the worst thing.”
Rubina Malcolm, The Black Box.
They pretend as though, in repeating, they are actually inventing.
Cedric Plumm, Calpurnia’s Dream and Other Essays.
“How bad are things out your way, Bobby?”
“Bad enough.”
Alberta Traywick, Susannah’s Accident.
“How immense!” exclaimed Janet, with more enthusiasm than she had intended.
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
This was Jimmy’s notion: a US Army made up of Barbie and her “diversity” buddies—all in camo, head to foot.
Will Southey, Government Cheese, the Novel.
He wanted to stumble. He really did. He felt that he had a right to stumble.
Rubina Malcolm, The Black Box.
Every restriction of your freedom will be framed as an extension of freedom. Is there a word for this?
Clem Tartessos, Designing the Past.
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