A European of 1907 had more in common with one of 1307 than with one of our kind. That is high praise.
Gaylord Perry III, The Walls of Magnus Martyr.
Philosophy is literature.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
“Spirituality? Yes, Clara, I’m sure that’s what the Guggenheim Museum is all about.”
Connor Archibald, Hunting and Gathering.
Nightmares are free.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
“Eating is just something to do,” muttered Mr. Martel, in that dismissive manner that had annoyed Elaine so many times before.
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
steam-of-consciousness
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
The familiar was not always familiar.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
Get thee gone, Yorick, I crave of thee againe. For I do have the urge of my drinking horn.
Ashton Wyllkes, A Gentleman of Kent. (1607)
Presenting a book that was never written is a lie. Quoting from it lends a social patina to that book. And the patina is itself a lie. A separate lie.
Jason Starling, Scale in Literature.
“Well, there was the time someone broke into his house. And things were stolen. But all he could talk about was that damned mojo box. And where was it now and who had it now!”
Connor Archibald, Nothing in Particular.
