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“My feelings ought to be hurt by that remark,” thought Wilson. “I wonder if they are.”
Pryce Cummings, Rattle Box.
“My feelings ought to be hurt by that remark,” thought Wilson. “I wonder if they are.”
Pryce Cummings, Rattle Box.
Video is distance.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
Bill lay smirking. Hillary was drunk on her face. Again. And Chelsea? She was down on the street, helping people.
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
He knew it to be true. Not by experience, no. But by that most convincing of ways. The almost unspoken way. Reputation.
Pryce Cummings, Rattle Box.
Confrontation was the commodity of early modernism (e.g., analytical cubism). But all paintings do eventually become friendly, and even decorative. Confrontation is fragile.
Winslow Crabb, A More Satisfactory World.
…and it revealed an excessive enthusiasm on his part for writing prose that was dense and murky. What he regarded as his talent.
Benjamin Alexis, Thriving Under the Influence.
“It is easier to lie if you keep it simple, Donna. Will you try to remember that? Please?”
Pryce Cummings, Rattle Box.
“If one intends to smirk, dear lady, then one needs to be far more clever that he ever was.”
Timothy Waldo, The Important Things.
“We got rained on at Woodstock, man. And didn’t we endure Santana and The Who? And respectfully?”
Corliss Archer, Boarding the Crazy Train.
He painted a white square that exhibited a mild contrast in value with respect to its background. All this during a summer’s afternoon, in his studio. During an episode of incomparable courage.
Roger Penberthy, A Non-Newtonian Unpleasantness.