“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.
“lol” on internet comment streams actually says: “No, I did not laugh out loud.” No one laughs today—unless they are inebriated.
Christopher Allyn, Militant Vulgarity.
“Well, of course, we’re stuck with names, aren’t we? I mean not just our own particular names, but names in general.”
Everson Dwight, Being and Murder.
“Since the table leg is made of steel, there is no way it can harm my foot.” That’s the very sort of logic Charlie applied. Day after day.
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
We forget how funny photographs are. Inherently funny.
Trent Musgrave, The Mystery of Sleep.
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