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“Yes, Margaret.  But who actually gives a damn about your sanity?”

Jane Chetwynde, The Have-Not Faradays.

“If the odds are good,” wondered Evan, “might not the goods be odd?”

Kiefer Sythe, The Detective Club.

 It’s what wasn’t there that mattered.  It was a room full of absence.

Ellery Close,  The Erasmus Homicides.

“Damn it, Howard.  Can’t you see that a woman has become upset?  And that all things must stop?  Immediately?”

Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.

Anything that did happen is something that could have been prevented.  “That,” said Mr. Talbot, “is the message of history.”

Thaddeus Crewes, Crowded Evil World.

Sophistication is an elaborate—sometimes dazzling—form of emptiness.

Pamela Hrothgar, No Stone Unturned.

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)