“Nothing really gets clean,” said Mrs. Crenshaw. “That is our biggest illusion, dear.”
Alberta Traywick, Susannah’s Accident.
Comedy: a slow steady erasure of taboo.
Nathaniel Bumppo, The Final Word.
…it all goeth to wracke, sir!
Talbot Hewes, Paulina’s Pryde. (1590)
Priscilla Fanning, Fragments From the Elizabethan Stage.
“The answer to your question, Hodges, is yes. The answer is the word yes.“
Augustus Bligh, Crawlspace.
“Not even a dog barked,” moaned Lauderdale to himself. “Just think of it. Nothing. Nothing at all.”
Georgina Hickes, An Ornamental Murder.
“I believe you will come around to my way of thinking, George. To the Wittgensteinian way of thinking.”
Giles Coxe-Coburn, Tooth and Claw.
He knew how to construct sentences. Oh, absolutely. But what kind of sentences, Maggie?
Will Davies, She Would If She Could.
Laughing is an act of reason.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
What could be more spectacular than glowing photographs and glowing videos on a monitor?
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
“The big problem with theater is that it requires actors, and I just cannot stand actors. Or their acting. I’m sorry, Barbara, but that’s the way it must be.”
Ralston Dowd, A Spot of Bother.
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