“Could he have strangled himself? Seriously, Joan. Can you think of a way?”
Michael Wayne Hammer, Mystery of the Murmuring Maiden.
“So what does motivate us, hmm? Got an answer, Dr. Freud? Carl? Anybody?”
Desmond Ogg, Waving Fields of Alfalfa.
Sophistication: a measure of the distance from common sense that one has achieved.
W. Karl Bavinger, A Misanthrope’s Way with Words.
The unexpected earthquake.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
Of all the things under the sun, a genealogy is perhaps the most narrow, and the most demanding.
Clem Tartessos, Designing the Past.
“Soon we will be forced to listen,” insisted Jack. “You mark my words.”
Ralston Dowd, The General Ghastliness.
How much of civilization is mere momentum?
Titus Musgrave, Carthago Delenda Est.
One salient feature of hedonism is how dull it can be.
Alice Trinculo, Speaking to Sparrows.
Progressivism is speculation.
Desmond Urquhart, The Unsocial Sciences.
Shelby thought that his feelings were an immensity, and could never be encompassed by mere words.
Rubina Malcolm, The Black Box.
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