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“And why would he need a reason for regarding himself as the center of the world?”

Will Hewes, Little To Do.

“Science,” whispered Nigel, “is a secular form of magic that must be trusted completely or it might stop working.”

Trent Bendix, Grieving for Margaret.

For the third time, Stanton referred derisively to “that collection of platitudes that they regard as reality.”

Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.

“Be the first to stop applauding!”  From the first time he heard himself say them aloud, Howard just knew that he would find a new motto in those words.  Somehow, some way.

Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.

“You should understand, Eleanor, that geology is the study of rocks.”  Well, actually, Eleanor does know that, and she does not care.  What Eleanor needs to know is:  What does the study of rocks feel like?

Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.

“But who—or what—determines what is visible and what is invisible?”  Vanessa was speaking to herself, softly.  And she thought that she already knew the answer.

Gladys Huizinga,  Hard-Luck Dennis.

“There are so many noises.  Types, I mean.  An infinity of noises?  Is that going too far?”  Jenny could sit in her chair for hours, just puzzling things out.

Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.

Slowly at first.  And, then, suddenly it is gone.

Edward O. Mounce, A Portable Darkness.

It is a nebulous world in so many ways.  But this much, at least, is clear:  We need more novels, more movies, more TV.

Octavius Kinder,  A Sustainable Unhappiness.

October 7, 2012.  Spent the day noticing things.  Paying attention to the way things are in the post-Truth world.

Reginald Boyington, Dear Dreadful Diary.