At some point, we will be able to do anything we set our minds to. By that time, however, we won’t want to do anything.
Winslow Crabb, A More Satisfactory World.
It has been said that wisdom is grief.
Flavia Gringarten, A Picture Holds Me Captive.
Words will undo the world, brick by brick.
Anthony Falfurrias, Pieces of Thought.
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Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
“A glow in the big dimness,” said Archer. “That’s what I yearn for.”
Agatha Vox, When Everything Was Singing.
“If I tell the truth,” said Havers, “I won’t have to remember what I have said.”
Vandalia Jenkens, The Utica Flood.
“I am a huge fan of runway culture,” enthused Allan. “The slender girls. The restrained swishing. All of it.”
Gareth Spence, She Braved All.
“This is our worst plan,” insisted Paulie. “Our very worst. Except for the other ones.”
Corliss Archer, Boarding the Crazy Train.
“What you know, David, is ideology. A set of diagrams.”
Mildred Cummings, Murder and Poetry.
Our boredom is the only profound thing about us. Deep boredom.
Royce Michaels, The Kingdom of Ice.
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