What does separate us in the modern world from all that came before us? The photograph, dear reader. Pictures of this and that. Pictures of everything. Reality as image.
Titus Musgrave, Carthago Delenda Est.
She delivered this elaborate yarn about a snapshot. A picture that she never saw. She almost saw it. But not quite.
Allison Cowling, Night of the Detective.
A progressive world means that no institution even cares about its original purpose.
Lawrence Knowles, Styles of Mendacity: The Life and Work of Max Horkheimer.
Lucy’s tone was harsh. For the first time, Molly was hearing that bitter defensive voice.
Lawrence Bird, Make It So.
“I don’t want to be poetic,” claimed Ted. “I wish to be approximately poetic.” Needless to say, he had the devil of a time trying to explain to the others what he meant by this.
Chadwick Graves, Maoist Struggle Session and Other Stories.
“…and James thinks he is getting the better of you by asking the same question again and again.”
Roger Penberthy, A Non-Newtonian Unpleasantness.
Celebrities have a cushion of justification that enables them to lie. It comforts them in lying.
Linda Talbotting, The Long List of Complaint.
“Mark was a wonderful liar, Inspector. Incomparable, actually.”
Hilary Fewkes, The Banality Killings.
A dialogue bubble extended from the hound’s mouth. Inside the bubble were these words: “Barkle. Barkle! Snuff. Snarf.”
Gunnar Grimes, The Persistence of Vision.
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