“It’s stupid. It has always been stupid. Right up to this very breath!” Winston was having one of his decisive moments.
Grayling Scott, An Inventory of Characters.
If we examine the culture—even cursorily—we can see with ease that everything is odd. That there is a culture is odd. That there is language is odd. That there is an English language—odd. That there is science—odd. That there is business—odd.
P.J. Cahoon, The History of Crime.
squiring the circle
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
“It was so almost-didn’t-happen,” chirped Lila. And that was all she had to offer concerning her road trip with Beth and Lucy.
Brock Keefle, Truthful Tom.
“If you really want to punish her,” said Beresford, “deprive her of mirrors.”
Priscilla Onkers, All About Edward.
Q: When does self-obsession lead to self-harm?
A: At the outset.
Anthony Falfurrias, Pieces of Thought.
“Sex is theater,” said Carlotta. “Bad, sticky theater.”
Giles Coxe-Coburn, Belief in Insects.
Any halfway-definitive list of things that I despise about myself will begin with the lazy way that I dot the letter “i.”
Algernon Webb, A Speculative Autobiography.
Of course, Mr. Waverly was quick to add that he would want to protect his own work from anything even resembling an audience.
Trent Bendix, Patricia Knows Best.
June 6, 2001. I found myself coming round to this thought again and again today, with growing bitterness. So I will simply state it: “Thank you, Dr. Freud!”
Reginald Boyington, Dear Dreadful Diary.
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