In a culture of image, even the most frivolous delusions merit our serious attention.
Clifford O. Mounce, A Portable Darkness.
Sowing seed in a barren field. That is the fate of the serious writer today. This also applies to the artists—although, in their case, failure to obtain “growth” is the only sure sign of success.
Hunter Hogarth, Raised by Wolves.
A bridge was made of rubber. Those who crossed it bounced a bit. End of tale. Sorry.
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
Eventually the parasite loses by winning.
Daniel Brasso, The Infinite Regress.
It never occurs to them that they are the shallow ones.
Cedric Plumm, All Roads Lead.
Begging the question has nothing to do with “begging” and nothing to do with a “question.” It concerns shabby reasoning, and that is all.
Alex Twist, A Primer of Posturing.
The Nihilist kneels before nothing.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
George stumbled into the back of the lecture hall, a little later than usual. The subject of the talk, apparently, was “the Future of Reasoning.”
Dell Arbogast, The Null Hypothesis and Other Stories.
“Let’s introduce change, Linda. Yes. And let it change and change and change. Where is the pathology in that?”
Morris Dees, The Gray Lady.
Modernity hinges on a kind of laziness.
Chalmers Van Nest, The Trivial Quadrivium.
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