“I did it! I did it!” whispered Janet, dramatically. “Well, was it as sticky and nasty as they say?” wondered Allen, almost aloud.
Tristan Holyoke, A Tree Full of Monkeys.
Providing an alibi for him also provides an alibi for oneself. One of the Laws of Homicide.
Allison Cowling, The Night of the Detective.
What distinguishes human behavior from that of animals: not knowing what to do.
Garland W. Kiester, Tune, Turn, Drop.
When the mass media appeared—first movies, then radio, TV, internet—the capability to supply distractions also appeared. As that capability grew, so did the appetite of the citizen. Appetite evolved into need. And the internet can be seen as an almost infinite array of fleeting amusements to satisfy that need. The result is that, today, a person’s life is largely a sequence of these distractions.
Clifford Albertus, Long-Term Storage.
Year: All of a sudden, it is wretched spring again.
W. Karl Bavinger, The Misanthrope’s Way With Words.
The little old lady’s insanity is embarrassing to me. And why? Because it is so relentlessly—so grindingly—insipid.
Anthony Dawne, I Think With My Knee.
MELVIN: He became just obsessed with it. Oh yes. I would say absolutely obsessed.
TREVOR: Well, this is the twenty-first century you know. A great many people need something to be obsessed with.
Clay Olmstead, Christina’s Murder—A Play in Three Acts.
The postmodernist doesn’t really believe in relativism, the instability of language, the contingency of logic. Just watch him when he is standing in line at the supermarket.
Y. A. Pemberton, Styles of Pretense.
“Not a single thing in her way. Not a single item to mess with her mellow. Oh my! What a wonderful thing!” Gregory was mocking his sister—again— for her stupid thinking about what matters.
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
“What could possibly—possibly—be wrong with any activity that involves a penis and a vagina?” Archie often marvelled at the direction taken by his culture.
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
