“You see, Jenny, I grew up in a social milieu that was not interested in Blacks. And certainly not obsessed with them. I realize that it must seem almost impossible to you.”
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
Reeves reported seeing a guy with a hand-held cardboard sign, on which a simple message had been scrawled with what appeared to be liquid shoe polish: “Will Work for Food (organic only, please).”
Virgil Simms, The Case of the Frivolous Factotum.
One thing that Gibbon missed: that life might be more fun during the period of decline.
Hill Boothby, The Dazzling Realm of Almost.
“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.
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