The problem with sentiment is: What do we attach it to? Who will tell us this?
Hampton Fancher, Variations on the Red-Barn Con.
November 2, 2007. Rally round the worst word of all: same.
Reginald Boyington, Dear Dreadful Diary.
My prayer on a frozen day went like this: “Please let the lights come back on, Lord. That way, I can stop having thoughts.”
Tate LaBianca, Four and Twenty Blackbirds.
At the spur of the moment, I think zigzag. Only later do I straighten out my thoughts.
Lawrence Rittle, The Fundamentals of Confusion.
We do not know the world anymore. We have long since devoted ourselves to images. And here’s the grabber: We do not know images either.
Thomas Bedlam, Jackdaws and the Problem of Speech.
Living: relentless distraction.
Internet: silly little kids.
Callista Ralph, Alphabet Soup.
“What lovely wallpaper,” thought Cassandra. “But that’s to be expected, I suppose. Surely, anything with a design is most wonderful!”
Thaddeus Crewes, Crowded Evil World.
How much does scenery mean to me? What is scenery, after all? Where will I find it?
Alice Trinculo, Speaking to Sparrows.
What, if anything, is wrong with this: “He thought, therefore he was”?
Nigel Swoone, Old Theories of Time.
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