…this prim basket of lies
doth transcende your licentious honestie.
Thomas Faraday, The Maiden’s Complainte. (1586)
Priscilla Fanning, Fragments From the Elizabethan Stage.
The first time I heard polyphony [in Munich], it was like an “event” had taken place—as though something had happened to me.
Regina Whiting, Lost in the Tangle.
If the likes of Peggy Guggenheim could endorse it—with enthusiasm—then it could possess no substance.
Clinton Arbogast, The Saints of Painting.
The sophisticated class today is unique in being absolutely unashamed of its ridiculousness.
Hill Boothby, Essays on Disappointment Management.
Maintaining the important lies is so much more valued than a humdrum honesty.
P. J. Cahoon, The History of Crime.
“Remember, Elizabeth, that the official story is just a story.“
Beatrice Landers, The Case of the Missing Detective.
“As an editor,” chirped Jeremy, “my job is to make the writing even worse.”
Burdyce Goode, Wonderful With Dogs.
lute and pillage
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
Some things to do at daybreak:
—let in the morning air
—wipe the dust off two shoes
—consider ways to change the facts
—use the word “crumble”
—fill the house with a pleasant aroma
—write letters for an hour or two
—think fifteen minutes ahead
—be drowsy but do not doze
Tessa Fielding and Constance Gogarty, A Book of Lists.
“Girls are pretty, caring, and kind.” That was young Albert’s mantra. And repeat it he did. Again and again.
Burdyce Goode, Philosophy of Vegetables.
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