That actors can read—at all—has always been astonishing to me. (Alfred Hitchcock)
Pierce W. Hallows, A Basketful of Keys.
“Oh yes, it must be shocking. Or stunning. Or amazing. One of those words we love to abuse.” Cooper had that way of being at once mocking and respectful.
Carl Thrushmiller, The Silk Pillow.
An answer is only a restatement of the question.
Benedict Symes, A Meditation on Periodicity.
Positing randomness (rather than “determination”) does not remove the ontological question: What randomness? Where does it come from? What makes it the way of being?
Hugh Drummond, A Canine World.
Sophistication: an elaborate form of hollowness; an elaborate treatment of the surface.
Clive Morrow, A Crustacean’s Dictionary.
I think that evading a thought is not the same as having a thought. But these days, who can say?
Tanner Faust, A Scrapbook of Impertinent Interrogatives.
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Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
The postmodernist wants to peel away all the layers, in order to penetrate to the very surface of things.
Hester Stills, The New Academy.
How will the artist ever come to regard the art gallery as the mere historical gesture that it is?
Stacie Hughes, The Slumber of Conceptual Art.
Lawrence listened to the woman attentively. Foolishly.
Allison Cowling, Night of the Detective.
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