“Something else altogether is going on in my work,” said Matthew. “It definitely is not expression.”
Jane Chetwynde, The Have-Not Faradays.
They lack historical awareness. Consequently, the current moment always strikes them as being unprecedented.
Jason K. Broadus, The Ice of My Dreams.
Being honest to the reader is a form of lying.
Dennis W. Sylvester, Confessions of a Moon Man.
“Tears are an emulsion, Glenda. An emulsion.”
Brendan Shaughnessy, Lobsters and Clams, a Novel.
Building and destroying are the same.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
Under the larger sign was this legend: Wisdom for a Modest Fee.
Mark Anthony, The Tale of the Mirror.
“We are the future the Founders chose,” murmured old man Carter.
Roger Penberthy, A Non-Newtonian Unpleasantness.
He later admitted that he had been so desperately lonesome that he wrote letters to himself. And posted them.
Chadwick Graves, One Damned Thing After Another.
“And whom did Huddleston despise?” asked the Narrator. “Anyone with intellectual pretensions.”
Chadwick Graves, Maoist Struggle Session and Other Stories.
The Eleventh Commandment: “Admire thyself.”
Mills Verbruggen, The Isle of Dogs.
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