“Memories of mammaries, Nadine. That’s what I dwell upon. That and money for honey.”
Heywood Wakefield, The Humdrum Demon.
Nietzsche: better titles than books.
Callista Ralph, Alphabet Soup.
“…yes, and for the last nine years of that life he dwelled in a rotting old caravan that stood—feebly—in an unclaimed field of weeds.”
Lawton Trumbull, The Three Days.
“A name is mighty little,” declared Mr. Jory. “Whose name?” demanded Thomas.
Carson Drew, The Case of the Purloined Tiger.
“I’m not saying that I was right in general, Stacie. I am saying that I was right to make that mistake. Sometimes a mistake is the correct path.”
Burnham Woode, A Circle of Radiance.
Theology: theories of Christianity.
Nathaniel Bumppo, The Final Word.
I assume, therefore I am.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
Epitaph for rock music, No. 1: It Was Adequate.
Logan Nygaard, A Treatise on Amusement.
Palmer didn’t oppose destruction of the paintings. But he did insist that they be destroyed properly.
Burnham Woode, A Circle of Radiance.
Epitaph for rock music, No. 4 (comedy version): We Were Not Worthy.
Logan Nygaard, A Treatise on Amusement.
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