“Oh, not at all Jane. I’m glad that I cannot remember it. That way, I might be surprised.”
Myrtle Mawby, Cabinets and Drawers, a Novel.
Societal order cannot be purchased.
Seth Palingroom, The Philosophies of Cultural Exhaustion.
Deconstruction is the insinuating warm-up act for destruction plain and simple. The ultimate intention is to rid.
Nigel Swarbrick, A Bootful of Nails.
“Little things tell big stories,” said Lieutenant Pickering. “And stories are all we have.”
Nicholas Crisp, Unfit for Murder.
“Constance is what I call terribly pretty,” stated Winslow. “Terribly, terribly pretty.”
Devona Twilly, Shallowness, a Novel.
“It is such fun being told what I think.” There was the faintist smirk—almost nonexistent—on Christopher’s face as he whispered those words to Jenny.
Will Davies, She Would If She Could.
Gertrude Stein’s writing would be superlative if it were a parody of modernism. Even so, a small dose would do.
Connor Eastwicke, Fear of the Orthogonal.
November 3, 2014. Just a few more words not to use: “funnily,” “stunning,” and “gorgeous.”
Jeremy Boyington, Dear Dreadful Diary.
“I have never made a statement about everything!” claimed Max Vickers, with unanticipated ferocity.
Tristan Holyoke, A Tree Full of Monkeys.
…the wicked under of her
did rule all that above.
Benedict Cornysh, The Scorn of Lydia. (1618)
Priscilla Fanning, Fragments From the Jacobean Stage.
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