“I did nothing at all,” insisted Dr. Hastings. “But it appears that I did nothing in the wrong way.”
Silas Burbage, The Adventurous Half-Life of Buddy Boyo.
“She was awfully pretty,” said Martens. “Terribly. Horribly.”
Thaddeus Crewes, Crowded Evil World.
“I don’t worship the clergy, Linda. They are not the thing. But I do my best to tolerate them.”
Deane Marlowe, Theory of Dirt.
Koolius Caesar.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
We dwell upon a silk sofa carried on the backs of our ancestors.
Chalmers Van Nest, The Trivial Quadrivium.
There is a sense of panic that descends upon us when we begin to realize that those who are lying to us are stupid.
Tyler Boots, Axios Means Worthy.
Two propositions presented on a bright, balmy day: (1) the Enlightenment was a mistake and (2) the Internet was a mistake.
Hunter Hogarth, Raised by Wolves.
“…no, she was taking sociology courses so, of course, I avoided her like the plague.”
Everson Dwight, Theory of Machines, a Novel.
“Just how sophisticated can a person be?” That, sir, was the question of the day. Of the week. Of the year!
Clifford Apogee, Draining the Pools—A Collection of Stories.
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