dennis scharnberg

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.

“Don’t we all really want to be Journalists?  Isn’t that what life is all about?  I mean, really?”

Carla Marks,  The Murder Matter.

I was having grave difficulty with my trigonometry lesson.  And I found myself drifting off.  I found myself wondering, “Won’t someone admire my struggle?  Admire it as though it were comparable to, say, the wondrous historical struggle of the Proletariat?  Or some other glorious struggle?  Won’t anyone?  Anyone at all?”

                              Jason Starling, ed.,  Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.

“Trial and error,”  muttered Jeff.  “Trial and error.”  But mostly error.  Of course.

                            Charles Jeffrey Yett, Writing in Miniature—Vol. Three.

The “degree of wonderfulness” is the ratio of  how wonderful something was to how wonderful it might have been.

Nathaniel Bumppo,   The Final Word.

If you listen to what the people are saying, a simple inversion of that will always move us closer to the truth.

Tate LaBianca,  Four and Twenty Blackbirds.