“This is our worst plan,” insisted Paulie. “Our very worst. Except for the other ones.”
Corliss Archer, Boarding the Crazy Train.
“What you know, David, is ideology. A set of diagrams.”
Mildred Cummings, Murder and Poetry.
Our boredom is the only profound thing about us. Deep boredom.
Royce Michaels, The Kingdom of Ice.
“One of those things is not like the others,” said Stefan. “Can you see it?”
Carla Marks, The Murder Matter.
“Some people have a genuine gift for telling others what they want to hear,” said Spaulding. “And I feel they should be well paid for it.”
Everson Dwight, Being and Murder.
“Breaking her toe,” said Palmer, “was the least she could do.”
Burdyce Goode, Philosophy of Vegetables.
What does the internet look like? Glowing pictures, glowing video, glowing text.
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
An intellectual elite leading the long-suffering victims to a golden dawn. A miserable farce.
Lincoln Collings, The Past Regarded as a Small Bowl.
“No big words. No long convoluted sentences. Just bafflement.”
Will Bestwyck, Letters From Mr. Palindrome.
“There is no such thing as good or evil.” So, is there such a thing as a true statement?
Darius Roscoe, Regression to the Mean.
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