“What’s all this rubbish about forgiving yourself? Oliver wondered. “Who cooked that up?”
Herbert Fallowes, Inclined to Murder.
“I might have made a mistake,” confessed Lisa. “A very small one.”
Rhonda Carstairs, A Bad Case of the Whim-Whams and Other Stories.
Kenneth wants a nice full-length mirror before which he can stand and admire himself while he engages in forgiving others.
Dell Arbogast, The Null Hypothesis and Other Stories.
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.
