“It’s not that I am cold and aloof, and just don’t care about their opinions. No, it’s that I really don’t believe their opinions. I don’t believe that it all matters so much to them.”
Gwen Tunder, Vile Porridge.
Psychopath: a secular term for an evil person.
Callista Ralph, Alphabet Soup.
“She spoiled him, all right. But you’re wrong—she did not love him. She detested him. That is why she spoiled him.”
Rhonda Carstairs, A Bad Case of the Whim-Whams and Other Stories.
“My fantasies—as you call them—would work out just fine, if I didn’t have to drop down to dirt zero every time upon fading out….”
Chadwick Graves, One Damned Thing After Another.
Mathematics does not depend on proof. The proofs come later.
Amanda Willcoxen, ed., The Literary and Philosophical Fragments of Gregory James Sallust.
A wheelbarrow filled with detritus is pretending to be a culture.
Octavius Kinder, A Sustainable Unhappiness.
“She has tattoos all over her backside, Katharine.”
“Meaning what!”
“Meaning she is bad news.”
Gladys Huizinga, Hard-Luck Dennis.
What he didn’t notice before—when he first examined the ad—was how profoundly happy the model appeared to be.
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
“Your argument is little more than a complaint, Hettie, as are many so-called arguments these days.”
Roberta Pym, The Complete Undoing of William Ambrose.
“As a cook, let me assure you that it is always more fulfilling to know that a hammer—even a small one—was involved at some point (no matter how distant) concerning the dish I intend to prepare.”
Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
