“Who isn’t a novelist? A show of hands, please.” Jack was toying with his audience. Of course. But he did really want to know.
Val Destrie, Skipping the World.
The journalists are all leftists because that’s the only kind of person who can stand to do the job. And what is the job? It is indoctrination.
Tyrone Sommer, Circling the Drain.
Having an audience is a form of suicide. A persistent suicide.
Algernon Webb, A Speculative Autobiography.
—But things are so interesting, aren’t they, when you do them for the first time?
—No. Not necessarily. In fact, not at all. They are never interesting.
Philip Cavendish, Tilly’s Treasury of Colloquial Bits.
Your mind is not your own. And neither is your body.
Jennifer Turkwood, ed., Journals and Letters of Tomas Tinturra—Vol. Two.
My life’s goal always has been: live then, not now.
Avery Gilcoyne, Nine Paths to Erasure.
Read carefully, and you will see what the deconstructionist is saying: “My cleverness is the only thing solid.”
Rollo Case, Styles of Pretense.
We must re-examine the matter. We must regard the riot as an arena for self-expression.
Darius Roscoe, Regression to the Mean.
Mildred blamed him for everything. Even for involuntary things. For wanting to sleep. For needing to sleep.
Alicia Darling, The Big Sister.
Sophistication today entails various forms of virtue signaling. Thus, the sophisticate must be familiar with the virtues of the moment.
Vanessa Quince, The Brisk Swell and Other Essays.
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