A sign of the times is the sheer number of artists, actors, novelists, musicians, models. It is not a good sign.
Sidney Barbuckle, A Pocketful of Sand.
“A certain seaman who saw things is dead,” Calvin whispered. “And why do you use the word certain?” asked Drake, in full voice.
Quentin Drabb, Ebenezer’s Untold Tales.
If you wish to degrade or destroy something—for example, an activity such as writing stories—then encourage everyone to engage in it.
Hunter Hogarth, Raised by Wolves.
“Here is a pencil. And here a sheet of paper. Please write down a sequence of words.” Drake spoke softly, and he pretended to be nice. But he was not being nice. Not at all.
Stephanie Biggers, Cat Farming in Nigeria.
As for Henry Miller, there we apprehend “honesty” as a kind of grandstanding.
Raymond Sapulpa, Circus Giganticus.
An “effete” society exists when a hatful of propositions carries more weight than the facts of the world.
Winston Joyce, Rational Agent Theory.
137. Western Civilization is overrated. Anyone could have invented it.
Roland Hobbes, An Accumulation of Myths, Tropes, and Devices.
It’s not that the world isn’t fair. It’s that “fairness” is a silly notion. And it is not the only one.
Enos Slaughter, Speaking Out of the Ground.
Aren’t all events sudden?
Benjamin Alexis, Thriving Under the Influence.
[With Shakespeare]…even in the slightest phrase, something might appear that simply cracks the ice.
Titus Musgrave, The Mystery of Sleep.
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