dennis scharnberg

When we lose the ability to be disgusted, we lose the moral value of disgust.

Hill Boothby,  The Dazzling Realm of Almost.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Emma.  We dwell in a world of lies because that is the easy way to live.”

Agatha Vox,  When Everything Was Singing.

June 17, 2017.   Yet another word ruined:  “trope.”  I’ll never use it again.

Reginald Boyington,  Dear Dreadful Diary.

“I know nothing about nihilism, Katharine.  Nothing at all.”

Thaddeus Crewes,  Crowded Evil World.

Daphne acknowledged that she had indeed thought about weeping.  But it had gone no further.

Diana Moone,  Living Well.

When the interviewer asked Pogba whether he was a cannibal, Pogba responded with, “I am part cannibal; I am no purist.”

Sebastian Sleeve,  The Random Walk and Other Stories.

“The answer is quite clear, Julia.  He likes the niche better than he likes the sculpture.”

Pryce Cummings,  Rattle Box.

If you gaze into the puddle, the puddle also gazes into you.

Godfrey Tooke,  Collected Aphorisms.

He overheard the phone conversation.  Or her part of it.  He heard her say “Yes” and then hang up.  That was it.

Kiefer Sythe,  The Detective Club.

“I want them to pay me for not writing, Donna.  That’s what I look for in a publishing house.”

Stephanie Biggers,  Cat Farming in Nigeria.