You do know that they lie all the time. But that little voice inside says: “”Well, they can’t really lie all the time, can they? Wouldn’t that be an impossible burden?”
Titus Musgrave, Carthago Delenda Est.
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
Wassily Kandinsky actually thought that his paintings were profound. Bigger mistakes have been made.
Paul Uccelo, The Enigma of the Box.
“He importuned me, sir, and hath beseeched me roundly.”
Daniel Southey, The Disparagement of Gladys. (1740)
grow a pear
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
“…and you can convince them of absolutely anything, as long as it is false.”
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
“I’d rather look out my window than look at that damned photograph. Hell, Bev, I’d rather look out any window!”
Jane Chetwynde, The Have-Not Faradays.
A demon appeared to Kevin, on a cold gray morning. And Kevin gave it a fair hearing.
Quentin Drabb, Ebenezer’s Untold Tales.
We have destroyed our culture. All that remains is particles and their relentless movement.
Amanda Willcoxen, ed., The Literary and Philosophical Fragments of Gregory James Sallust.
Why do people believe lies? Well, for one thing, they want to. They desire to believe them.
Raymond Sapulpa, Circus Giganticus.
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