Garry Shandling was “that wooden tent stake that I should like to pound into the clay with a large mallet.” Another of Pillsbury’s gems.
Everson Dwight, Theory of Machines, a Novel.
“He cloaks his emotions,” declared Daphne. “I do not know him well!”
Agatha Vox, When Everything Was Singing.
Freddy has now developed a new sound, a new way of vocalizing. It is not laughter, and it is not shrieking. When asked about it by his Aunt Agatha, he said that it lies somewhere “between” laughing and shrieking.
Nicholas Crisp, A Suitcase Fell on Her Head.
It was only because he could not think of anything that young Roderick did not hurl a pungent and demeaning barb in Toby’s direction.
Trenton Childe, Rob Riddle and His Friends. (1792)
“What would Gertrude Stein do?” This was Wayne’s go-to question when in need of wisdom or advice.
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
“Well, that depends completely on the meaning you assign to the word is,” Edmunds asserted. “Surely you see that,” he added.
P. F. Pillby, A Fleet of Scows.
“I am the Henry Fielding of 2015,” claimed Michael. “Or is it Daniel Defoe?”
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
Mr. Dalton was asked to demonstrate the meaning of pithy by writing a pithy sentence. This is what he presented: “Kill all the lawyers.”
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
Nigel had a single basic goal in life: to waste everyone’s time. Think of it as anarchy operating on the intimate scale.
Sebastian Sleeve, The Random Walk and Other Stories.
Jonathan was decidedly theatrical in the way that he abandoned common sense. He made that the very point of the thing.
Charles Jeffrey Yett, Writing in Miniature—Vol. Three.
