things foul apart
“He has, by his own admission, entertained thoughts never before held. By anyone. Ever before. Really.”
Will Bestwyck, Letters From Mr. Palindrome.
“He has, by his own admission, entertained thoughts never before held. By anyone. Ever before. Really.”
Will Bestwyck, Letters From Mr. Palindrome.
“Take your chill pills, Joanie. Damn it, come on!”
Gladys Huizinga, Hard-Luck Dennis.
“Of course Jamison was able to fly in his dreams,” said Thornhill. “But it was a silly way of flying. And it was no damned good.”
Otto Klegg, The Ellipse of Uncertainty.
Libby promised to scream her head off. To one and all. But she is an actress, so one would expect that.
Stephanie Biggers, Cat Farming in Nigeria.
“My needs, Elizabeth? I don’t know what that means, but it sounds awful.”
Pryce Cummings, Rattle Box.
The Enlightenment was a mistake.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
“And just what the hell would you know about real life, author?” Max was speaking directly to the page, directly to the little words lined up row after row.
Miles Fanshawe, Theory of Oppression—A Collection of Stories.
“No, you’ve got it all wrong, Harry. Cannibalism is interesting, you see. And that is all that matters.”
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
“I groaned,” said Mr. Dekker. “Therefore, I was.”
Pryce Cummings, Rattle Box.
“But how do we take a text literally, Jack? What are we doing when we do that?”
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.