A certain philosophical issue had taken Diana’s fancy. And so, the search was on for someone who would be willing to “discuss” it with her.
Augustus Bligh, Crawlspace.
[In Pepys’ Diary], each sentence offers a glimpse.
Adrian Hodges, Nine Restoration Voices.
Desire for a quiet life is still desire. It is not rationality.
Titus Musgrave, The Mystery of Sleep.
“Nothing is really true, you know,” said Lucy. “And that makes it all so much fun.”
Priscilla Onkers, All About Edward.
“Sometimes the old distractions don’t seem to work,” admitted Stefan, “and I am left dangling.”
Thaddeus Crewes, Crowded Evil World.
“This internet of yours, Steadman, is a bit of a jumble,” suggested Mr. Thorne. “As are we ourselves.”
Dell Arbogast, The Null Hypothesis and Other Stories.
“I knoweth not what I do write. Not now.” This item is from Year Two [1661] of the Diary.
Adrian Hodges, Nine Restoration Voices.
“Go ahead, Janice, and tell us about your feelings. One by one. Number them, please!”
Diana Moone, Living Well.
“Words will be used, Peter. We cannot prevent it. Not yet anyway.”
Michael Margate, The Shadow Path.
Inspector Warwick chided him for turning off the stereo. For tampering with the crime scene. But Roger patiently explained that the changer held five compact disks, each one a recording of rock music. At a certain point—at the beginning of the third disk—he simply could not bear to hear it any longer.
Kiefer Sythe, The Detective Club.
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