“How can one avoid looking at photographs?” demanded Mr. Tarquin. “Where is the photo-free zone?”
Adrian Knowles, Listen to Me.
I thought, therefore I was.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
If everything is ironic, there is no irony.
Olmstead Trent III, The History of Objects.
He solemnly declares that “a statement always undermines what it asserts.” So, our statements corrode themselves. Should we be concerned about this? And in what way?
Benjamin Alexis, Thriving Under the Influence.
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Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
Make a statement about the world. Then, make a statement about the statement. You have just launched an infinite regression.
Chalmers Van Nest, The Trivial Quadrivium.
“I know you are looking for Yes, Victoria. But it is No. Again. It simply must be. Sorry.”
Diana Moone, Living Well.
“More modernist paintings?” cried Devon. “One couldn’t delineate more precisely what we do not need.”
Lawrence Bird, Make It So.
“Not caring is the thing,” laughed Edgar. “Who is able to care the very least? That’s our game.”
Chadwick Graves, One Damned Thing After Another.
Frances felt increasingly confident about the claim that her earlier sentence—spoken at breakfast—was an arrangement of words that had never been stated before. In all of history.
Tristan Holyoke, A Tree Full of Monkeys.
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